Today, we sit in the in-between. Not every chapter ends with clarity.
Some linger. Some blur. Some whisper instead of close. I invite you to sit with ambiguity today and think how this could be place of transformation and not regression.

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Song: A Kind Of Hope

Composer: Scott Buckley

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Today, we explore the tender art of letting go. Closure isn’t always clean. Sometimes, it’s messy.
It’s the dream that didn’t unfold. The plan that unraveled. The version of life that stayed on the shelf.

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Music Information:

Song: A Kind Of Hope

Composer: Scott Buckley

Website: https://youtube.com/user/musicbyscottb

License: Creative Commons (BY 3.0)https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

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Let us start off December not with what is ending, but what remains? What have you received this year that you are carrying with you? What are the gifts you have received that you didn't ask for, but you know you needed?

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Music Information:

Song: A Kind Of Hope

Composer: Scott Buckley

Website: https://youtube.com/user/musicbyscottb

License: Creative Commons (BY 3.0)https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

Music powered by BreakingCopyright: https://breakingcopyright.com

When life feels chaotic, gratitude is the anchor. It remindsus of what’s steady, what’s true, what’s enough.

Gratitude isn’t just a feeling—it’s a bridge. It’s themoment you say, “I see you. I value you.” And something shifts.

Today, we explore gratitude as resistance. We live in a world that tells us we’re never enough. That we need more, do more, be more. Gratitude interrupts that narrative. It says: Ihave enough. I am enough.

Gratitude isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it’s a quiet shiftin attention. It’s the moment you pause mid-chaos and realize: the tea is warm, the light is soft, someone remembered your name.

May you remember your essence. May you grow by returning. Growth is not always about reinventing, but often about "remembering".