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Yesterday was spent savoring the dusting of snow we received here in Philadelphia…the first at our new home. I noticed this singular and striking red rose in our garden…it captivated me. It had apparently been blooming due to the unseasonably warm temperatures we’ve had recently, and then suddenly–winter arrived. The more I stared at it, the more I related to it, and realized the poignant message from nature. A love letter if you will, for 2022. May we ALL find a way to bloom, grow, and embrace the beauty around us, despite the heavy burdens so many of us bear.

My word for this year is liberté, which means freedom in French. Freedom from self-doubt, from the stories I’ve kept buried inside me for too long, from childhood trauma, and more. Freedom to rediscover myself again – after ten years of motherhood I’ve forgotten so much about the woman I used to be, and I’m anxious to meet her again. Freedom to finally acknowledge and embrace parts of myself that I’ve kept hidden (from myself and others). To dust off the weight (both literally and figuratively), and just… flourish fleurish. Bright and bold, despite the cold. Let’s persevere…together!