Imagine if we saw ourselves as we are: particles of nature.
Maybe we wouldn't resist change. We wouldn't hold so tightly to versions of ourselves, that are meant to be released and we would welcome the cycle of transformation, death, rebirth as swiftly and naturally as mother nature does during the coming and going of her seasons.
Rooting.
Blooming.
Evolving & releasing.
Never to be the same again, yet relished and exquisite each time she returns.
-Reshmi Chetram
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