The Golden Horse Year—Endings, Beginnings, and the Art of Moving Forward

Dear Poetic Love,

Death has been knocking lately.

Not in the way that panics the spirit—but in the way that rearranges it. Not as an ending to fear, but as a refinement. A clearing. A recalibration of what no longer earns a seat at the table.

I’ve come to understand that death, in its truest form, is not an erasure. It is a transformation. A decisive edit. A firm, unsentimental thank you, next delivered by life itself.

And frankly, it’s been doing me a favor.

This season has not whispered. It has upgraded its delivery system. The revelations arrived dressed nicely. The endings showed up smiling. The truth came with good posture and impeccable timing. It was bold. Efficient. Almost elegant.

I’ve learned that when people—especially family—finally show you who they are, the lesson is not heartbreak. It’s information. And information, when received with clarity, is liberation.

If I can say goodbye to blood, I can say goodbye to you.
No dramatics. No monologues.
Just grace, boundaries, and an exit so clean it echoes.

Staying in the dark, I’ve learned, only makes the truth feel louder than it is. Daylight does not exaggerate—it simplifies. What once felt monstrous suddenly becomes manageable. Ordinary. Small enough to step over without ceremony.

And so I step forward.

Like a golden horse.

Steady. Alert. Unafraid of distance.
Built for stamina, not spectacle.
Courage in the chest. Focus on the eyes.
No need to gallop wildly—because strength knows pace.

The spirit of the horse does not waste energy explaining itself. It moves. It trusts its legs. It honors its power without apology. That is the posture I’m carrying now.

This is my happy New Year—every day.

Renewed.
Rejuvenated.
Recalibrated.

Each morning is a fresh agreement with life:
to move forward unburdened,
to release what dulls the shine,
to honor endings as proof of growth.

Death came knocking—and instead of fear, it brought clarity. Instead of loss, it delivered momentum. Instead of grief, it opened the gate.

And I crossed it—head high, spine straight, spirit intact.

Here’s to bold beginnings.
Here’s to graceful endings.
Here’s to the golden horse energy—
strong enough to endure,
wise enough to let go,
and confident enough to begin again.

Every day.

With poise, with humor, and with undeniable forward motion,
Sherley Delia

Transformation is not the end.
It’s the moment you realize you were always meant to move on.