Not every still moment is a crisis.
Some are cauldrons.
Some are altars where you put down what you were never meant to carry this far.
December invites us to Winter.
Not to collapse — but to compost.
The Suit of Cups teaches us to feel without drowning.
I’m learning that rest is not retreat.
It’s ritual.
It’s reclamation.
It’s enough.
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