What I understand about transformation.

Transformation is no liner - it is round.

It is cyclic like the seasons.

Like the shedding of serpents skin, a call from deep within to shed our outgrown skin.

Transformation is an opportunity to let go of expired identities: I am afraid. I am a victim. I am a rescuer - a time to see that these are masks, and watch them begin to drop away.

Each time I step into a process of transformation a storm of resistance encapsulates me like a cumulus cloud.

I get irritable. I get sick. I become fatigued. I become numb.

These, I now know, are the cries of a fading identity whom senses death is near.

For to transform - a part of you has to die.

But I am brave. When the fires of transformation start to rage, I point my sword to the centre and step in.

Fire ravishes me, decolonises me, rewilds me - so fully - that which I emerge

Tender as a sprout among the ashes.

Sweet as the song of the renewed phoenix.

I feel I am at a beginning.

I am light. Buoyant. My eyes are crystal clear.

Sounds are sharper and my hips demand to dance.

For as far as I know. There is no philosopher stone.

Yet there is the alchemy of transformation.

What is your experience of transformation? Which part of you is ready to shed, or be offered to the fire? Comment below <3