Some Seasons Keep Their Own Time

Patience with what hasn’t shifted yet

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The sun turned two days ago. The light is returning.

Some things inside haven’t turned yet.

Many of us arrive at this week already depleted. The weight of the past few years hasn’t lifted. Climate grief sits in the background, and sometimes in the foreground. Political fractures have strained relationships and shaken trust in ways that don’t resolve with a calendar page. Work drains more than it sustains. The news keeps coming.

Now, the holidays ask us to feel festive.

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The Pressure to Have Turned

There’s a voice, internal or external, that says we should feel hopeful now.

The Solstice passed. The light is returning. A new year approaches. Isn’t this when things are supposed to shift?

But hope doesn’t arrive on schedule. Neither does healing. The slow work of metabolizing what the past years have asked of us, the losses, the disappointments, the disillusionment, moves at its own pace.

If you’re still tired, still grieving, still uncertain, still carrying something heavy while the world hangs lights and talks about fresh starts, you’re not behind.

You’re not doing it wrong.

You’re honoring a season that hasn’t finished yet.

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Permission

The light will continue returning, a minute at a time, whether or not we feel ready for it.

Whatever is still dark in you will turn when it turns. Not on command. Not on schedule. In its own time, when the conditions are right, when something is finally ready to shift.

Until then, patience. With yourself. With your own unfinished seasons. With the tender places that aren’t ready for bright light yet.

The world may be rushing toward the new year. You don’t have to.

Some seasons keep their own time.

Yours is allowed to be one of them.

What season are you still in, even as the outer light returns?

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Walking with you into the returning light,

~ Jeffrey

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