Golden Path of Letting Go
Title: Golden Path of Letting Go
Materials: amber, beeswax, obsidian, opal, citrine, etc.
Inspiration: This is the path between seasons, where the leaves fall like blessings and the air hums with wisdom. Golden Path of Letting Go is an autumnal reverie — a sacred corridor where memory, surrender, and hope walk side by side.
Amber lights the forest in soft gold, beeswax preserves each leaf’s whisper, and citrine glows with gentle abundance. Obsidian grounds the melancholy of release, while opal opens space for quiet transformation. This is not a place of loss — it’s a place of trust. Trust that what falls will become the soil of what’s to come.
The symmetry of the trees becomes a metaphor for grace in transition. Their outstretched branches form a tunnel of belonging, reminding us that even in our shedding, we are held.
Title: Golden Path of Letting Go
Materials: amber, beeswax, obsidian, opal, citrine, etc.
Inspiration: This is the path between seasons, where the leaves fall like blessings and the air hums with wisdom. Golden Path of Letting Go is an autumnal reverie — a sacred corridor where memory, surrender, and hope walk side by side.
Amber lights the forest in soft gold, beeswax preserves each leaf’s whisper, and citrine glows with gentle abundance. Obsidian grounds the melancholy of release, while opal opens space for quiet transformation. This is not a place of loss — it’s a place of trust. Trust that what falls will become the soil of what’s to come.
The symmetry of the trees becomes a metaphor for grace in transition. Their outstretched branches form a tunnel of belonging, reminding us that even in our shedding, we are held.
Title: Golden Path of Letting Go
Materials: amber, beeswax, obsidian, opal, citrine, etc.
Inspiration: This is the path between seasons, where the leaves fall like blessings and the air hums with wisdom. Golden Path of Letting Go is an autumnal reverie — a sacred corridor where memory, surrender, and hope walk side by side.
Amber lights the forest in soft gold, beeswax preserves each leaf’s whisper, and citrine glows with gentle abundance. Obsidian grounds the melancholy of release, while opal opens space for quiet transformation. This is not a place of loss — it’s a place of trust. Trust that what falls will become the soil of what’s to come.
The symmetry of the trees becomes a metaphor for grace in transition. Their outstretched branches form a tunnel of belonging, reminding us that even in our shedding, we are held.