We don’t have to rush the shedding and we don’t have to know what the next season will look like before it arrives. We can simply take a breath, feel our feet on the ground, and remember that we’re still here. Still growing. Still connected. Still becoming. And that’s something worth honoring. May we remember those who came before us, honor the lives that shaped our own, and have the courage to grow beyond the stories that no longer fit. May we enter the darker half o

Winter Nights - Honoring ancestors and holding space for grief alongside remembrance. As the nights grow longer and the world begins to settle into the darker half of the year, I find myself wanting to make a little more room for quiet.