Days are short as hell, snow is falling, and the damn Salvation Army is begging for our coins again. With the winter and holidays come feelings for us here in the Western world – joy, grief, anxiety, excitement, annoyance, depression, and everything in between. The darkness invites reflection and isolation. The snow brings nostalgia (and mud). And whether we celebrate them or not, the holidays invite us to return to our core. For some, it’s a childhood home or family. For others, it’s what we hold closest to our hearts – memories, connections, expectations, and dreams. Regardless of where we are, this season invites us home to a space of contemplation and celebration of who we are, where we’ve been, and the worlds we seek to create.
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