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Christmas is not only the white of purity or the gold of a guiding star. It is also the indigo of longing, the charcoal of grief, the gray of uncertainty, and the soft hues of hope still finding its way. It lives in every shade between celebrating new beginnings and grieving what is no more. And all of it belongs.

When we meet the season where it actually is—rather than where we think it should be—a deeper, quieter joy emerges. A joy rooted in infinite presence.

May your Christmas this year be painted in every shade and hue, and may you find grace in all that it holds.