Monthly Musings

There is something about mid-January. Not quite the beginning of the year, when everything feels loud and full of pressure and expectation. Not the end of the year, when reflection can feel rushed or performative. But this in-between space. The heart of winter. The season that does not ask us to bloom, produce, or prove anything. Since the winter solstice in December, a lot has shifted for me. Internally. Externally. Quietly. Loudly. Gently. Abruptly. As I step into this seas