Separation is part of Nature’s cycle.
I feel the new calling to me. I feel the old Being stretched ever thinner, the veil tearing apart, disintegrating.
It’s time to let go of my previous roles and identifications with them. Before re-invention can occur, there has to be space. The old is literally falling away like caked on mud. Like ashes blowing away in the wind.
And like 2 tablets of alka seltzer dropped into the ocean, it may fizz for a short time, but soon it will be gone. Dissolution sometimes feelings like desolation, in the short term.
This is not an either/or state, it’s not a stage on the journey, it’s both/and/All. Because how can we have butterflies without caterpillars?