December is frozen. In the memories of the year, holding in its palm what will come once melted. Undone, a bit ragged—but present. Offering wisdom and support, reminding you of all you’ve overcome, and guiding you into all you still have yet to be. December is the wisest, the most knowledgeable—an end, but also a starting place. A map for where we go from here. A photograph of where we once were. A guide to what will bloom in the early months of spring. December is hopeful—just as we, too, should be.
With Love,
