This felt like watching snow fall in slow motion. That repeated refrain—“last year felt like a loss”—was so honest and tender, but the way you wove it into something resilient and redemptive took my breath away. Especially this: “to love myself the way I love life—in acceptance of all it is, in awe of all it can be.” Yes. That’s the kind of resolution that matters.
Thank you for the reminder that presence is its own kind of progress. That art, friendship, motherhood, and grief can all coexist in a single week—and still, we find ways to gather joy. 💙
Beautiful ideas, beautifully expressed. Happy new year, dear Meera!
such beautiful writing that as always, resonates deeply and is a balm! Thank you!
This felt like watching snow fall in slow motion. That repeated refrain—“last year felt like a loss”—was so honest and tender, but the way you wove it into something resilient and redemptive took my breath away. Especially this: “to love myself the way I love life—in acceptance of all it is, in awe of all it can be.” Yes. That’s the kind of resolution that matters.
Thank you for the reminder that presence is its own kind of progress. That art, friendship, motherhood, and grief can all coexist in a single week—and still, we find ways to gather joy. 💙
Beautiful, Meera. Love your more/less list and the Audre Lorde poem. Happy new year!
I love the simplicity of your more/less list. 💙