THE wisdom of the oak

Above the surface, I appear still. Beneath the soil, I am alive with listening.
My roots are communing with water, stone, memory, and time.
Nothing here is rushed. Nothing is wasted.

This is the season humans often misunderstand.
You call it empty when it is full.
You call it dormant when it is deliberate.

January is not asking you to begin.
It is asking you to belong.

Belong to your breath before your goals.
Belong to your body before your plans.
Belong to the quiet truth that does not shout for attention.

Let this month be about anchoring rather than striving.
About listening rather than proving.
About letting yourself be held by the invisible systems that sustain you.

Even now, when nothing seems to be happening, everything is happening.

I am preparing my leaves.
You are preparing your life.

Stand with me in the quiet.
Feel the strength of what is forming below the surface.

You are not late.
You are right on time.

I am here to teach.