12/25/2025
EVENING WALK
After my late afternoon walk, I paused and lifted my eyes to the sky—aware that it was the solstice, a sacred turning point in time. The air felt still, as if creation itself was holding its breath. The sun sat low, casting a softer glow, reminding me that light and darkness move in divine balance.
The sky became a mirror for reflection. With each step I had taken, something heavy felt released. With each breath, clarity returned. The solstice marked more than a change in season—it marked a moment to slow down, to honor cycles, and to acknowledge that rest is just as holy as movement.