01/03/2026
January arrives carrying mixed messages.
On one hand -
New year. New goals. Forward motion.
And on the other -
Winter.
A season that knows the power of stillness.
Of resting beneath the surface.
Of trusting what’s quietly rearranging itself out of sight.
Nature doesn’t rush renewal.
Seeds don’t force their way open.
They wait. They soften. They gather strength in the dark.
In my work with death, dying, and grief, I’m reminded again and again - transformation doesn’t always look like movement.
Sometimes it looks like pausing.
Listening.
Letting what no longer fits gently fall away.
If this season feels slower than the world says it should…
you’re not behind.
You’re in winter.
And winter is doing important work.