Day 15: Waning Crescent in Aquarius

Sacred Rose

Dear Blossoming Soul,

Lately, I’ve become annoyed by the idea that everything happens for a reason.

I understand why we reach for it.

As humans, we crave purpose. We crave meaning. And when life feels unfair, especially when pain is caused by other human beings, we want a way to make it make sense.

We want to believe there is a hidden order behind the chaos.
A lesson behind the loss.
A reason behind the rupture.

So I’ve told myself that my pain came with a cost.
That the cost meant it had to have been worth it.

That there was a lesson I needed to learn.

And in a way, that story helped me survive. It gave me something to hold onto when I couldn’t hold onto the people I trusted. It gave me a frame that made the betrayal feel less senseless.

But I’m starting to see how often I’ve used “the reason” as a shortcut.

A way to move past the pain without having to fully feel it.
A way to metabolize the lesson while leaving the grief untouched.
A way to call it growth while ignoring the parts of me that still hurt.

Because even after the lesson was learned, the pain didn’t disappear.

It stayed tucked into the corners. Quiet. Unnamed.
Waiting for a moment when my body felt safe enough to remember.

And I don’t want to keep doing that anymore.

I don’t want to use meaning as a way to bypass my own truth.

Maybe not everything happens for a reason.
Maybe some things happen because people are careless.
Because they are wounded.
Because they choose themselves at the expense of others.

And maybe the lesson isn’t the justification.
Maybe it’s simply what I made from what happened.

Not to make it okay.
But to keep moving.

Today, I’m practicing something different.

Letting pain be pain.
Letting betrayal be betrayal.
Letting what happened be real, without forcing it to become beautiful.

This is the tending today.

Daily Oracle Card

For today, I drew THE THORN again.

Whenever the same card appears more than once, especially in close succession, I know it is a lesson asking for deeper attention.

The rose is the queen of flowers. That line stands out to me this time. A queen holds both her beauty and her boundaries with equal authority.

A bridge between heaven and Earth, she acts as a portal to our truest selves, calling the soul to fully inhabit the body.

She is not only gentle. She is armored with thorns and prickles. She knows how to protect herself and create the boundaries she requires.

The rose reminds us that we hold all of this within us, too.

Always,
Your Trusted Friend 🌹