Shattered: An Awakening
I was blissfully unaware of how fragile my reality had become until, in a single moment, the illusion shattered—and the world shifted before my eyes.
Recently, I have been tending to myself with reverence, nourishing my mind, body, and soul with the care they deserve. This September has brought me closer to my essence, and with this devotion, I have been drinking in the luscious gift of clarity that only self-love can reveal.
But with clarity comes the necessity of release. As I have become more vital, more aligned with my truth, I must shed what no longer serves me. In one profound moment, I felt the release—a subtle, yet unmistakable shift—as I watched my old psychological skin fall away, leaving behind the textured remnants of an outdated self.
Like the sacred serpent shedding her skin, I let go of a belief so deeply ingrained that I hadn’t even realized it was there. This belief had quietly colored my world for a lifetime, a thin veil, almost imperceptible to the eye. Perhaps you saw it—the veil that dimmed my light, even when I didn’t. A thin fabric of illusion shadowing the truth of my inner world, clinging to me until I was ready to release it.
When we welcome transformation, we surrender to its divine power. It shows us a way forward, a path that may challenge us, yet is always aligned with our highest good.
And so it was: we were playing as a family in the waves, the tide low, the beach barren. It was a day where I felt complete, whole, grounded. And then, without warning, a single conversation cracked me wide open.
The details of the conversation do not matter. The wounds it opened are just fragments of the greater story. What is significant is that the carefully constructed perception I had wrapped myself in shattered, leaving me standing in the ruins of a broken shell. Everything I thought was real dissolved. I looked out at the world as if seeing it for the very first time—from a new angle, raw and unfiltered.
Have you ever had such a moment?
A moment where a single experience rips apart your carefully sculpted beliefs?
A conversation that knocks you to your knees, forcing you to question everything?
I walked that beach, breathing deep, trying to find my center amid the chaos. I have been here before. I knew there was gold in the rubble, but I didn’t know where to look or how long this journey would be. In a strange way, it felt like this conversation was a sacred offering, created just for me to witness the fragility of my worldview.
Fury coursed through my bones, lighting my blood with its heat. I breathed deeply, summoning clarity, as I felt the call to embody the warrior within. Not the warrior of carnage, but the Queen Mother, the embodiment of the goddess Durga, astride her stealthy tiger. A warrior who stands firm, boundaried, unapologetic, and unyielding in her quest for harmony.
When I opened my mouth to speak, the voice that emerged was ancient, primal. It rose from the depths of my womb, guttural and sure, each word a rhythm in a long-forgotten drumbeat. It was as though I spoke for all the silenced feminine voices, releasing centuries of buried truth into the open air.
And then, in the wake of my words, came a new clarity. I had shaken off the remnants of the old, dried-up skin, revealing a fresh sense of wonderment.
I stood there in the remains of my shattered shell, empty and exposed. Looking around at the pieces, I took inventory of my beliefs, as if cleaning out an old closet.
What no longer fits?
What ideologies have I unconsciously inherited?
Which thoughts are not mine to carry?
How do I want to rebuild my world now - this time, not by society’s standards, but by my own truth?
I stand here, in the aftermath, knowing that it is up to me to envision the possibilities and sculpt a new reality.
While this moment is a personal reclamation, it is also a reflection of the collective. As we move into this new age, the voices of the feminine are rising. We have watched from the shadows, offering quiet encouragement, guiding with soft whispers. But now, we are being called to speak with clarity and force. We are setting boundaries, creating change, and letting old paradigms fall away to make space for new ways of being.
Though it may steal our breath, our practice is to stand unwavering as the old world collapses, bearing witness to the birth of a new one. When, deep in our bones, we know the next step forward, we will midwife this new world into being—a world rooted in honor, respect, and safety.
