01/01/2026
As we approach the end of 2025, I’ve been thinking about travelling at the edge.
Not necessarily the literal destinations themselves (though it certainly does include them), but the in-between spaces of airports, planes, trains, unfamiliar beds, where nothing belongs to you and yet, briefly, the space was granted to you.
Those moments ask very little of us. We follow signs. We carry what we need. We shed our usual roles and become, for a time, simply a being in motion. I notice how easily the mind loosens there. How perspective widens without effort. Mundane things are extraordinary. Travel brings the blessing of releasing the grip of unexamined habits. In other words, we learn to become unburdened. We are willing to be changed by what we encounter.
At this near-end, we are between departures, between years, between versions of ourselves, between the various literal and tangible places that hold our renewed and multi-selves.
If you follow the Gregorian calendar, may we carry less with the assistance of the Yin as 2026 greets us. And as we step through this Gregorian threshold, may we uphold the humanity in each other yet still be open to new discoveries of who we each are.
And if you follow the Lunar calendar, the Fire Horse arrives February 17, seven weeks from now. It will be a momentous year, one that is best stepped into with a sense of preparedness. When I mean by prepare is one rooted in acknowledgment and respect rather than control, as one would respect rain and pack an umbrella, or to dress appropriately before stepping into a temple. This Red Horse will either refine capacity or fracture it, depending on our willingness and responsiveness. (More on this in my January newsletter — will be sending it out once I recover enough from jet lag 😆; soon!)
To all, I say gratitude to each of you. Thank you for walking with me, and as we navigate this bridge of 2025 to 2026, may we exhale, hold one another, and celebrate that we’ve done the hard work of shedding, with blooms to come. 🌹
Mimi ⭐️