Dear Still Point,
Every December, the world starts spinning faster.
Lights blink, bells ring, calendars crowd,
and expectations stack themselves like presents in a tower that sways every time we breathe.
The noise grows louder.
The lists grow longer.
The pressure pushes in from every direction.
But here’s the truth nobody talks about:
Even inside the storm of the season…
there is a quiet place.
A center.
A soft spot.
A moment that belongs only to you.
It might be five minutes in the car before you go inside.
It might be the walk to the mailbox.
It might be the glow of the tree before anyone else wakes up.
It might be the deep breath you take before answering the door.
No one teaches us to honor these tiny pockets of stillness –
the little sanctuaries that exist even in chaotic seasons.
But this is where the real love letters live:
in the quiet moments we give ourselves,
even when the rest of the world is swirling.
You don’t have to wait for the holiday storm to pass.
You don’t have to earn rest by surviving the rush.
You can step into the eye of December anytime you choose.
This is the love that carries us –
the love beyond productivity, beyond pressure,
beyond whatever the season demands of us.
Even in December’s wildest hour,
you are allowed to be still.
You are allowed to breathe.
You are allowed to return to yourself.
The center is always there.
And so are you.
🌟
~ The Radical Left