The Gift of Endings

What falls away is not a loss — it is an opening.

Dear One,

On my morning walks, I sometimes come across the still body of a small bird.
For a moment, everything becomes quiet. I pause — not in sadness, but in reverence.

Nature reminds me that endings are not failures. They are thresholds. Doorways between what was and what is becoming.

There was a time in my life when I feared endings —the end of a job, an identity, a relationship, a dream. I clung to the familiar, even when it no longer nourished my soul. But awakening has taught me something profound:

Life is a continual unfolding. We shed, transform, and rise again and again.

Just like the forest releases what is finished, so new life can emerge. We, too, must allow old versions of ourselves to fall away. The beliefs that once protected us. The patterns that once kept us safe. The stories that no longer reflect who we’re becoming.

When I see a fallen bird, I’m reminded that awakening is a journey —not one single “aha” moment, but a series of quiet deaths and gentle rebirths.

Every ending clears space for a higher truth. Every release makes room for your next becoming.
Every surrender is an act of faith.

So if something in your life is falling away, take a breath and trust the process. You are not collapsing — you are evolving.

You are shedding what cannot come with you into the next chapter of your soul.

With love,
Sandy