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
Author: Sherley Delia
Sherley Delia is a highly regarded expert in women's health and wellness. She specializes in assisting women who have experienced sexual trauma, utilizing innovative and highly effective techniques to empower them to heal and become more resilient. Sherley's advocacy and healing services are at the forefront of the industry, with art therapy being one of her primary modalities for achieving long-lasting recovery for trauma survivors.
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
A Poem for the Initiated
I woke up this morningand the ancestors were already in my kitchen—sipping tea like they paid rent,telling me, “Child, relax…What’s … More
