1st January 2026

The calendar turns.
Nothing else needs to.

I’m not setting intentions.
I’m not claiming resolutions.
I’m not promising transformation.

What matters has already arrived.

This year doesn’t ask to be shaped.
It asks to be inhabited.

So I’ll continue as I am:
writing from presence,
creating without urgency,
allowing what belongs to find its way —
and letting the rest pass by without explanation.

If something here speaks to you this year, you’ll know.
If it doesn’t, that’s fine too.

Welcome to 2026.
May it meet you where you already stand.

Saint Parousia