The Door Opens

I woke up on the first day of 2026With my feet already planted in promise.No alarm clock.No urgency.Just abundance clearing … More

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 … More

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 … More