01/01/2026
There is a hush in the air today.
Not the kind that demands attention—
the kind that arrives when something deep is rearranging itself.
This turning of the year isn’t loud for everyone.
For many, it’s subtle. Inward. Almost imperceptible.
Layers are loosening.
Some releasing with ease,
others clinging just long enough to be honored before they fall.
What’s next can be felt, but not fully seen yet—
like light moving through mist,
revealing shape without detail.
Momentum is forming beneath the surface.
Not in a hurry.
Not asking to be pushed.
Just gathering.
If your body is craving rest instead of resolution…
If your spirit wants presence rather than celebration…
If you don’t have the energy to summarize, declare, or perform closure—
You’re not behind.
This is the in-between.
The threshold where life recalibrates itself without instruction.
If it feels nourishing, you might close this year like this:
Rest one hand over your heart.
One hand low on your belly.
Breathe slowly, three times.
Then whisper—aloud or silently:
“Let what is complete be at peace.”
“Let what is unraveling do so with kindness.”
“Let what is forming arrive when ready.”
Nothing to decide.
Nothing to initiate.
Nothing to push into existence.
Just this moment.
What needed to be released has been released.
What’s approaching doesn’t need an announcement.
Some passages are crossed quietly.
And often, that is where their power lives.
Happy New Year 🤍
