Earth School: Final Exam
So, this week has been interesting — Solstice week.
It’s the 21st of December, and my friends… we’ve entered completely uncharted territory. The energies are off the chart — maybe it’s Yule magic, maybe it’s something deeper. Maybe it’s both.
2025 has felt like the final exam you sit at the end of Earth School. And I — for one — am just grateful I made it by the skin of my teeth.
Yes, I dare say I made it. Because today, I feel calm. Grateful. Even joyful. There was a glimmer of longing for the one I once hoped to share this moment with, but even that ache feels quieter now — a steady hum instead of a scream.
I’ve come to accept that some grief doesn’t vanish — it just softens and sinks into the skin. Time doesn’t erase it; it teaches you how to carry it.
And so I am learning: To integrate the wound. To thank the past. To release what no longer fits the shape of who I’m becoming.
These last few days, Spirit has blown my mind. Little signs. Big connections. Moments that feel like breadcrumbs leading to a door I’ve been dreaming about my whole life. A door I’m finally ready to knock on.
I think I’ve found the beginning of my soul family — the ones I’ve whispered for in my loneliest hours.
I hold no expectations. Some will be here only for a season, but I love falling in love with beautiful souls — however briefly they pass through.
Right now, I feel held. And maybe that’s all I need: Not to grasp, not to fear the ending — but to be here. To enjoy the flicker of magic. To notice the shift in the air.
Because something is rearranging. Inside us, around us — before anything ever shows on the outside.
And yes, I think I’ve met my mentor. And yes, I’m psyched. And yes, I’m terrified in the best way.
This chapter… this Solstice moment… feels like the moment the light begins to return. Not all at once. But steadily. Quietly. Honestly.
And me? I’m still here. Rooted. Ready. Becoming.
Merry Yule-tide.
— Alex