Today I rise through more than momentum, I rise through memory. I arise today through the strength of the heavens, light of the sun, splendor of fire, clarity of ice, speed of the wind, depth of the snow, stability of the earth, firmness of the rock. Light has returned. This was the Yule blessing our family entered into the world on the Solstice, chosen by our eldest son in great care. It’s about sitting in the elements, remembering what has always been available to us, when

🪬 I recognize myself; I know me again. Remnants of a dream, another life. 🪬 Accept the quiet power in recognition. We don’t lose ourselves all at once. We fragment slowly, adapting, surviving, succumbing to what the moment asks of us. Then, one day, something familiar stirs. A feeling, a knowing, a truer version of you steps forward and says, "I'm still in here somewhere..." 🙏 Recognition is not regression. It’s not longing for who you were, rather reclaiming what was alwa