I woke up on the first day of 2026With my feet already planted in promise.No alarm clock.No urgency.Just abundance clearing…
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Farewell, With Lipstick and Grace
On this last day—December standing at the doorwith her coat on, tapping her watch—I turn around and look at you,2025,and…
Buttoned Up, Blessed, and Not Looking Back
December comes in like a woman who knows—knows when to leave the party,knows when the music has said all it…
December, or the Art of Becoming Without Apology
I am not rushing toward the new year.I am letting it find me—shoes off, heart open,laughing in the doorway of…
Grandmother’s Fire, December’s Crown
December arrives with a ledger and a mirror.It does not ask permission.It asks for truth. This is the month that…
A Poem for the Becoming
December arrives like a quiet confession—soft light on the windowsill,the scent of endings warming in the air,the subtle pulse of…
“If You Want to Test These Waters”
I am an entire library—hardcover wisdom, annotated truths,first editions of survival,volumes bound in scar, silk, and victory.Every chapter cites resilience.Every…
DECEMBER, I RECEIVE
December arrives like an old soulknocking softly on my door—not asking to enter,But reminding me I have survivedEvery month that…
A December Benediction for the Unapologetically Becoming
December arrives like a crowned elder,hips swaying with certainty,palms full of every promise I once whispered into the dark.And I…
Art of What We Keep, The Grace of What We Lose
There are seasons when wisdom arrivesnot as a whisper,but as a stern elder tapping her footin the doorway of your…
Healing Majestically 