How I Fell in Love with the Universe

Something I want to establish is exactly how I conceptualize my animistic views. All of the major fixtures of our world are feminine in my eyes. Embodying this energy in different ways. 

The Sun is fierce, ever-burning individuality that never sleeps. 

The Moon is soothing, tranquil peace that encourages us to rest and recharge. 

The Ocean is a mighty yet nurturing presence teaching us how to let go. 

The Earth is a resilient and gentle mother who never lets her children go without. 

The Universe is the fast-paced, ever-changing, wet womb constantly creating. 

And in one way or another, we are expressions of this divinity. 

We are not at the mercy of a tyrannical ruler. Our existence is relational. Sisters, lovers, and mothers. Dependent on how we treat each other. That is how our love and joy live on.

Everything is cyclical. Creation, death, and rebirth. Energy cannot be destroyed; it simply takes another form. Everything lives and dies. From human beings to great stars in the cosmos.

But one question nags at me. If creation is the ultimate expression of the divine feminine, where does destruction fit in?

Black holes come to mind. They are known for their total, consuming nature. Black holes, hurricanes, and volcanoes don't cause hurt out of malice. It is their nature. They make way for something new to take shape, clearing out what’s stretched far beyond its limit. They represent the necessary endings to start anew. 

Without endings, there can be no beginnings. No room to grow or transform into something better. Sometimes, we must let things fall apart so they can be rebuilt anew. It can be terrifying. Witnessing what once brought comfort dying before our eyes. But this destruction can act as a catalyst for change. If we're willing.

XOXO, Michaela