12/29/2025
Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. It arrives alongside Shab-e Yalda, the longest night of the year and marks that subtle turning of the seasons.
This time has always held a potent stillness for me: a pause before the exhale back into life. It is an inflection point in time.
As I reflect on everything that has shifted this year, I feel deeply humbled and profoundly grateful. Grateful to be witness to the courage of my clients as they choose healing, and grateful for the ways life has asked me to soften, listen, and surrender. This year has stretched me in every direction: as a clinician, a mother, and a woman learning to meet herself with more honesty and steadiness.
I’m learning that real transformation doesn’t always arrive through force. It arrives through surrender. Through an openness to change, to healing, to loving, to my own Becoming.
This Winter season is still point for me, reflecting so well the quiet unfolding… slowly… honestly… with presence and softening to that which needs to soften.
Letting the truth of my soul speak and allowing that truth to BE.
A vibration singing in my bones. A call to return to who I’ve always been. To embrace my Unbecoming.
Trusting that the return of the light doesn’t require anything of me but integrity, leading with love, and a surrender to the path no matter where that may lead.