03/20/2026
There is a different kind of New Year arriving…
Not the one marked by clocks and calendars,
but the one written into the body of the Earth.
The March Equinox.
The turning of light.
The quiet balance between dark and day.
This is the original beginning.
The season of budding…
where life does not force its way forward—
it gently, courageously blooms.
Seeds break open.
Roots deepen.
What once looked like endings reveals itself as preparation.
I feel this personally as my birthday approaches…
A rebirth.
A soft return.
An epilogue to resurrection.
Not everything that rises does so loudly.
Some transformations are sacred, unseen…
felt first in the heart before they are ever lived in the world.
If you are standing in that space,
between what was and what is becoming…
Trust the budding.
Trust the timing.
Trust the quiet intelligence of your own unfolding.
New life is not something you chase.
It is something you allow.
Spring is here. 🤍