Death & Rebirth
- Aella Reverie
- Aug 8, 2025
- 2 min read
Death & Rebirth
I dream I am standing in front of the waves washing them crash onto the shore and onto my feet.
Over and over the waves crash onto my toes. Aphrodite walks up from behind me and grabs my hand, staring with me at the ocean.
“Sometimes, in order to live, you have to die.” She says to me as she hands me the cards.
“I remember.” I say to her, “sometimes, something just needs to change.”
I feel like empowerment comes in layers. As you become someone new you step deeper into who you always have been, at least, if you step forward with intention.
The intention to change; transform into who you wish to become.
I thought I’d have this version of myself a little longer, but I never get to hold onto any version of myself for that long really.
Sometimes, you have to be the one to kill off parts of you, it’s the necessary sacrifices that you have to make to become the stronger version of you.
Sometimes, the universe commands these changes, and your only choice is to let those parts of you go as the tide comes in - or be drowned.
Either way you are going to be destroyed, but one way is rebirth, the other, stagnation.
Stagnation is worse than death.
When something needs to change, and yet, stays the same. No movement. No flow. Frustration.
I’d rather die as often as I need to than resign to feeling stuck.
I walk with Aphrodite deeper into the water as it raises to my hips.
I wonder what pieces of me, the tide will rip away, and what it is, that will be allowed to stay.
I take a deep breath, and dive under the water.
I am awake.
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