12/10/2025
Beloved,
This time of year holds two very different currents: the quieting season of nature… and the accelerating season of the holidays.
Socially, everything begins to speed up—family gatherings, social celebrations, consumer sales, and an avalanche of marketing urging us to choose our “next thing” before the year ends. We’re conditioned to leap into action, to plan, to push, to treat January 1st like the starting gate of a race we’re supposed to already be running.
But the natural world tells a different story.
This is not the season of beginnings.
This is the season of descent, rest, reflection, and replenishment.
Winter invites us inward.
It asks us to soften, to slow, to let the soil of our being grow rich and spacious again.
January 1st is not the time to build new habits—it is the time to get warm, get still, and be with yourself.
It is a liminal space…the completion of what has been, and the quiet preparation for what will come.
So my invitation is simple:
Unplug for a while.
Step away from the noise, the promotions, the pressure.
Give yourself permission to be where you are.
Let yourself rest in the “in-between” and remember that nothing true is ever missed when you are aligned with your own timing.
Every year, I step back from work + socializing for the month of January for this very reason—to hibernate in my home with my beloved, to recover, to listen in the dark, to tend the unseen seeds of the year to come. It is one of the most supportive practices in my life, a devotion to cyclical living.
And if, as you read this, you feel the tug-of-war we as women often experience—
your mind whispering, “But what if I fall behind? What if I miss my chance to join the ______ next year?”
while your body sighs in relief at the permission to slow down—
I want you to know this:
You are not missing anything.
There is nothing to rush toward.
Your path will not pass you by.
There is a place for you if and when your energy is ready.
You do not need to figure anything out right now.
For this season—rest.
Let the earth hold you.
Let your own rhythm lead.
-Katie Ama Rose