01/01/2026
As 2025 has gently closed its eyes, I find myself standing in deep gratitude.
This year, in our new space, 11 ceremonies were born…. not from planning or pressure, but from listening. From feeling. From allowing.
2025 was a year of being.
Each ceremony arrived through quiet channeling, through the body, through the land, through moments of stillness where Spirit whispered rather than shouted. We journeyed with flowers, elements and the moons. These plant medicines held us through full-day ceremonies, which was a new offering in 2025.
I feel so proud of the magic that unfolded here. Not loud magic. Not rushed magic.
But the kind that lingers in the nervous system, in the heart, in the way we walk back into our lives a little softer and more true.
Personally, 2025 carried the unmistakable medicine of the snake.
Shedding after shedding.
One of the deepest releases was letting go of the belief that I must show up consistently, even when I am exhausted, in order to be worthy, relevant, or devoted. This year taught me that rest is not absence. Silence is not failure.
I am endlessly grateful for each of you who stayed with me on this winding path, through the pauses, the quiet seasons, the spaces between posts. I haven’t shared here since early October, because my heart needed tending after we lost our dear Milo. Grief asked me to turn inward.
Making this post now feels gently right. Not forced. Not overdue.
Just… aligned.
A soft opening into 2026.
And before we rush into naming intentions or assigning meaning to dates, I want to leave you with this:
You don’t need a new year to carry the weight of transformation.
You don’t need a calendar to give you permission to begin again.
Let change come the way breath comes …. naturally, when you make space for it.
Let the next season arrive not because you pushed for it, but because you softened enough to receive it.
Move toward what feels lighter, truer, more spacious in your body.
And trust that life knows how to meet you there.
All my love, Ebony 🩷🩷🩷
