12/04/2024
May I step into December like a quiet stream melting through soft winter fields, flowing gently toward where I am meant to go. Let the sharp winds of this season strip away all that is brittle and lifeless, leaving my branches bare but alive with potential. In the quiet of the earth’s rest, may I find a quiet ignition in my own soul, an awakening to the seeds of resilience and untamed beauty within me. Let my roots stretch deep into the soil of truth where authenticity thrives and my essence remains untouched by the noise of what no longer serves. As the frost blankets the ground, may I surrender to the cycles of letting go, knowing that in this sacred stillness I am preparing to bloom again.
