Right now, we are walking a sacred line of transformation. Some of us are part of the demolition crew, carefully dismantling what has served its purpose. Others are witnessing, receiving, or moving through the space where the old is falling away.

For those dismantling:
   •   Watch for falling boards. Not everything will fall neatly.
   •   Protect your peace—your steadiness is sacred.
   •   Honor what is being released; let it go with gratitude.

For those witnessing or receiving:
   •   Trust the space is being cleared with care.
   •   Anchor yourself, protect your own peace.
   •   Witness without judgment; each collapse has purpose.

This is a shared process. Everyone’s role—active or observant—is necessary. What is falling will make way for something beyond words, something more beautiful than we have yet imagined. Step with awareness, gratitude, and reverence for the work and the witness.

Photo creds: Dakota Lim

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And…

Being part of the demolition crew carries its own quiet weight. There are moments when we are witnessing truly beautiful structures being lovingly taken apart. They were elegant. They were meaningful. They held us when we needed them to.

And we dismantle them not because they failed, rather because they fulfilled their purpose.

We hold the knowing that what is being built now will not replace what once stood. It will enhance it. It will rise beyond beauty as we currently understand it, beyond language that has yet to be formed, beyond concepts not yet born. What is coming does not erase what was. It carries it forward in a more expansive form.

When we say goodbye, it is never with malice or animosity. It is with positive regard. The old architecture was good enough. More than that, it was necessary. It is what brought us here.

So we send it off with a bon voyage, with gratitude, with honor. We acknowledge its service and release it with love, knowing that everything it taught us continues to live within how we voyage forward.

And as the work continues, we protect our peace, we watch for falling boards, and we remain rooted in the quiet certainty that this passage is sacred.

~ Jenn222