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