Rooted Reflections is a collection of grounded wisdom, seasonal practices, and soul-aligned insights. These writings are meant to nourish your nervous system, inspire inner balance, and reconnect you to the cycles of nature and your own deep knowing.
Unbecoming: A Return to Remembering
What if the journey isn’t about becoming anything at all?
What if the path isn’t upward or outward—but inward and downward—
into the soil of the soul,
into the heart of remembering?
Not a race toward some perfected version of self,
but a soft and sacred unraveling.
A peeling back.
A letting go.
A falling in.
Because the truth is:
You are not here to become something.
You are here to unbecome everything you are not.
Everything the world told you to be.
Everything you thought you had to be to feel safe, or loved, or enough.
The tight smiles.
The armor.
The striving.
The shrinking.
The pretending.
You were never meant to carry it all.
We come into this life as love—
pure and soft and knowing—
and then, slowly, we forget.
We forget our light.
We forget our wild.
We forget how to trust the quiet whispers within.
We forget the sacredness of simply being.
But unbecoming...
Unbecoming is remembering.
It’s remembering the way your body speaks in sensation and shiver.
It’s remembering the soul beneath the scars.
The breath beneath the story.
The You beneath the you you’ve been told to be.
Unbecoming is not a performance.
It is a prayer.
A gentle laying down of all that is no longer yours to carry.
A bow to the versions of you that helped you survive—
and an honoring release as you step into something more real.
Not new.
Just ancient.
Just you.
So how do we remember?
We sit in stillness.
We feel what we once ran from.
We let our tears do the sacred washing.
We soften our grip.
We follow the threads of truth that tug quietly at our chest.
We breathe.
We breathe again.
We walk barefoot back into our own hearts,
and we listen.
And we listen deeper.
Until one day…
we remember:
We are not broken.
We are not too much.
We are not behind.
We are not the masks we wear.
We are love, embodied.
We are ancient wisdom wrapped in skin.
We are divine remembering in motion.
May we all have the courage to unbecome.
To unwind.
To unravel.
To return.
And may that return feel like Home.
Ready to Remember?
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This is the path of unbecoming—of returning to the truth beneath it all.
Let’s walk it together.
Let’s come home.