Not a super flexy slender Yoga chick talks "the Power of Destruction”

How many of you are just… fine? Not overflowing with joy, not grounded in peace, not fully alive. Just comfortably numb. Settled in the familiar, existing more than living. What would it honestly take to shake you out of that comfort?

In Yoga and spiritual practices, we often talk about transformation, evolving, awakening, becoming. Same same but different. But here is a truth that doesn’t get mentioned nearly enough: real transformation asks for something to die first, to be destroyed. We have been trained to fear it, to label destruction as failure, loss, or punishment. But what if it is none of those things? What if destruction is actually a sacred grace wearing a disguise that only looks scary until you get closer?

In Yogic philosophy, there is a wild, unapologetic goddess named Kali. You have probably seen her. Fierce eyes. Tongue out. Hair that says, “I do not own a hairbrush and I am fine with that.” Adorned with a necklace of skulls, standing over her beloved. She is not here to hand you a scented candle and a cup of herbal tea 😅. Kali shows up when it is time to burn through illusions, slice through denial, and dismantle whatever is keeping you small. But she is not cruel. On the contrary, she is compassion in its rawest form, wrapped in the wardrobe of the destroyer, setting you free.

So what if we stopped resisting the destruction? What if we saw it not as the end but as the first spark of something new?

Every one of us has been confronted with endings. Some we walked into willingly, others came crashing in like an unexpected plot twist in a bad soap opera. I used to think those moments meant something had gone terribly wrong, that I had failed, or that the Universe was punishing me for some unreturned library book from 1998. Now I see they were part of a much bigger design, one in which the Universe always knows exactly what it is doing, is not out to get me (or you), and has never once looked away.

True growth, both on and beyond the Yoga mat, requires letting go. Sometimes that means letting old versions of ourselves burn. The outdated stories. The masks. The survival strategies we have outgrown. Kali does not ask for your permission, she simply removes what no longer belongs, even if you are left trembling, swearing, and clinging to the old. Especially then 😏.

And let us be real. Healing is not always a glowing aura and perfect posture. It is not just sipping cacao or meditating under the stars while wearing flowing white linen. Sometimes healing is rage, sobbing on the kitchen floor, drawing a hard line, saying no, walking away. Sometimes healing is watching every bridge catch fire and crumble while realizing, maybe for the first time, that you are still here, still breathing, and that you can start again.

And you will start again. You always can.

Because destruction is never the final chapter. It is the clearing where the next version of you begins to rise, the messy, awkward middle where the old dissolves and the new is still finding its way to you. If you feel lost, undone, cracked wide open, know this: you are not breaking down, you are being reborn. Yes, it is hard, yes, it is uncomfortable, but you were built to thrive, not just survive.

So welcome the discomfort. Let the old fall away. Let Kali do her work.

P.S. And yes, as always, you can blame the full moon 😉😍