Before there were books, there were the elements.

 

Air breathed thoughts into being.

Earth held the body in its arms.

Fire danced with desire and destruction.

Water wept, cleansed, and carried memory.

 

In every candle you light,

in every journaled word,

in every sacred cleanse

you are not just healing, you are remembering.

 

Alchemy is not a mystery kept in stone chambers.

It lives in the everyday ritual,

the breath, the flame, the drop, the root.

It lives in you.

 

Each element is a teacher.

Each offering here, a doorway.

 

 Step through,

      and let your journey continue. . .