01/12/2025
Most people see the number one as the start of something new.
For me, it became much more than that.
My birth date adds up to one. And years later, the day my husband passed away carried that same sense of renewal. At first, I didn’t know what to do with the coincidence. It felt heavy, confusing, almost unfair.
Over time, I stopped trying to force logic into it and started listening to what life was quietly showing me through it.
One doesn’t mean being alone.
It means being whole.
Grief has a strange way of reorganising your life. It doesn’t only take something away. It changes how you see everything. What once felt urgent fades. What you ignored begins to matter. You value silence more than noise, clarity more than certainty.
I didn’t “move on” from loss.
I grew through it.
That growth didn’t come from optimism. It came from acceptance. From sitting with reality as it was and allowing it to change me.
The story of Jesus has always spoken to me from a human place. His resurrection, to me, is not simply about returning to life. It is about becoming someone new after pain. It is about recognising that endings change form, not meaning.
As the year draws to a close, I notice how reflective people become.
Not loud. Not performative. Just honest.
Day one has a way of doing that.
It makes you ask what you are carrying forward and what you are finally willing to release.
Oneness, to me, is not an idea.
It is something you practise.
It is choosing not to live in fragments.
Not being one person at work and another in private.
Not separating strength from vulnerability.
Not pretending you are fine when you are not.
Today, the number one no longer reminds me of loss.
It reminds me of alignment. Of quiet strength. Of inner steadiness.
Life is not happening to me.
It is moving through me.
And when you live that way, you no longer chase meaning.
You grow into it.
Sangeeta Dasgupta
