#GratefulFriday

It’s #GratefulFriday

The New Year carries a different kind of stillness.

The pace shifts.
The noise thins out.
What remains asks less of us — and invites us to listen a little more closely.

This moment feels less about doing
and more about noticing.

I’ve been sitting with these words:

“I don’t want to carry gratitude in seasons.
I want to carry it in my bones.
I want it to rest on my tongue
like it is a language
that I never stop speaking.”
— Arielle Estoria

They’ve been moving through me slowly — not as a practice to perfect, but as a way of being.

So often, gratitude is treated like something we turn on at certain times — when things feel bright, aligned, or complete. But this reflection reminds me that gratitude doesn’t belong only to peak moments.

It lives in the body.
In the breath.
In the quiet rhythms we return to, again and again.

Especially now.

Early January isn’t always clear or energized. It can feel tender, unsettled, spacious, heavy, hopeful — sometimes all at once. And maybe gratitude doesn’t ask us to organize any of that.

Maybe gratitude isn’t about naming what’s good.
Maybe it’s about staying present with what’s here.

Letting gratitude rest in the bones feels like allowing it to be integrated, not performed. Like letting it become a language we speak softly to ourselves — through how we move, how we soften, how we stay.

Today, I’m not asking gratitude to make anything different.
I’m simply letting it keep me company.

If this beginning feels gentle — or uncertain — for you, may you move through it with care.
May you carry what matters without forcing clarity.
May you feel supported in the ordinary moments of becoming.

With love,
Lindsay