There are seasons when the noise of the world grows too loud to carry, and winter has a way of revealing just how heavy that noise has become.This is the week where silence feels like truth—pure, uncluttered, unmasked. Most people cling to the familiar performance of joy, repeating rituals long after they’ve lost meaning. But the soul reaches a point where it can no longer participate in what is false. It pulls back. It softens. It chooses clarity instead of comfort. Walking

There is a moment in early December when the world feels quieter, not because life has slowed down, but because you  have.A soft unraveling begins—gentle, unhurried, almost unnoticed at first. You feel the weight you’ve been carrying start to loosen:old expectations that hardened your spine,borrowed stories that shaped your choices,emotional heaviness you never realized you were holding. This is the week where release doesn’t come through force—it comes through permission. A