In autumn, even the trees know when to release.
Letting go is not abandonment—it’s a ritual of trust.
We shed what no longer serves, not out of despair, but devotion.
A dried petal, a faded memory, a caption that no longer fits.
Each release makes space for breath, for clarity, for new roots.
This week, I invite you to let go gently.
Through floral essence, through quiet rituals, through art that doesn’t ask for perfection.
Let your healing be soft. Let your resistance be graceful.
Let your presence be enough.