01/02/2026
I went to post the highlights of my year, and there were so many—
images of magic making, rituals held, immersion in nature, time shared with beautiful people in gorgeous places.
And yet, as I scrolled, I realized something.
While I gained so much from each of those moments, it was the quieter ones—the pauses, the silence—that moved me the farthest.
January has always felt like a strange time to rally ourselves into beginning again. When you move with nature, you can feel that this is still a season of introspection. The land is resting. The roots are deepening.
So while the calendar tells us to do, I am not doing much at all right now.
I am reflecting.
This past year held challenges, incredible highs, and powerful portals of evolution—openings that stretched me more than I thought possible. And I’m grateful for all of it.
Because here, in this quiet space, I can see the growth.
I can feel the change.
And I can sense—without rushing—the beauty of what is still becoming.
✨🖤✨
How are you honoring this quieter threshold of the year?
What did the silence teach you this year?