04/08/2026
When Winter Let’s Go!
The last snows always feel like a whisper.
A soft exhale from winter as it loosens its hold,
melting into the patient earth that has waited
for the slow unfurling of spring.
There’s a holiness in this in‑between moment—
the hush before birdsong swells,
the shimmer of light on thawing branches,
the quiet promise that every season,
no matter how long or heavy,
eventually remembers how to let go.
As the snow recedes,
I’m reminded to release what has grown cold in me too—
old worries, old stories, old weight—
so something green and tender
can find its way through.
Here’s to the turning of the wheel,
to the softening,
to the return of warmth
in the world and in ourselves. 🌿✨
May this changing season meet you gently.
