This is inspiring another sacrificial fire, this time of all my pre peri-menopausal pants, whose collection seems to continue to grow as my hormones wane. Gifting them has always seemed more practical, but burning them feels more appropriate.
A few years ago I burned down all the precious metals I’d been gifted from my matriarchal lineage, letting go of their representation towards hoarding, fear and over emphasis on the material.
I’m still sitting with the insanity of that intuition, not completely sure of how to complete the ritual.
I’m inclined to return the remaining ore blob to the earth, from which it was probably taken without permission. But I haven’t quite landed on how to do this properly.
Thank you for sharing & inspiring more letting go where needed.
This is inspiring another sacrificial fire, this time of all my pre peri-menopausal pants, whose collection seems to continue to grow as my hormones wane. Gifting them has always seemed more practical, but burning them feels more appropriate.
A few years ago I burned down all the precious metals I’d been gifted from my matriarchal lineage, letting go of their representation towards hoarding, fear and over emphasis on the material.
I’m still sitting with the insanity of that intuition, not completely sure of how to complete the ritual.
I’m inclined to return the remaining ore blob to the earth, from which it was probably taken without permission. But I haven’t quite landed on how to do this properly.
Thank you for sharing & inspiring more letting go where needed.
Very moving, and a poignant reminder that while love and loss coexist, letting go is a choice that can be empowering. 🥰