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December’s Grace
Collective Reading Group
This December, as the year winds down and the festive lights begin to glow, I find myself stepping away from the clamor of the world. The weight of headlines and the echoes of fleeting controversies seem to fade into the soft hush of winter. In this final month, there’s a quiet pull to embrace reflection and solace, to find meaning in the stillness that December offers.
The month carries its own poetry — a blend of endings and beginnings, of celebration and introspection. The crisp air, the shorter days, and the gathering twilight evoke a mood of reverence for life’s cyclical nature. December whispers an invitation: to let go of what no longer serves us, pause, and marvel at the beauty of a year closing its final curtain.
In the spirit of this season, I turn to the evocative words of Sara Teasdale, whose poem “A Winter Night” captures the quiet essence of December:
My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold tonight,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
Teasdale’s words remind us of the stark beauty and the transformative power of winter. December’s chill encourages us to find warmth within, to seek comfort in the rituals and connections that sustain us. As the year fades…
