12/21/2025
🌞Sunday, December 21st
The solstice arrives like a held breath finally released. The Sun pauses at the edge of its long arc, lingering as if to remember us. Light stretches across stone and field, touching what was planted in darkness and asking what is ready now. This is not a turning that rushes. It is deliberate, ancient, and exact. A moment when the year shows its spine and balance is briefly visible to those who are paying attention.
On the solstice we stand inside a threshold. What has grown reaches its fullest expression, and what has been carried quietly inside us becomes harder to ignore. The light does not promise permanence, only clarity. It asks us to witness what is alive, what is complete, and what must begin its slow transformation. This is the gift of the solstice. Not answers, but alignment. A reminder that every cycle knows when to turn, and so do we. 🌻💫
