Merry Christmas: Light, Magic, and the Season of Remembering

       I have always loved Christmas.

       There is something about this season that naturally invites reflection and togetherness. We gather … in person, in spirit, or in memory … and celebrate unity in ways that feel softer and more meaningful. There’s an almost tangible magic in the air. People slow down just enough to notice one another. Kindness feels easier. Smiles linger longer. The warmth of the season becomes contagious.

       One of the things I love most about Christmas is how the lights appear at the darkest time of the year. As nights grow longer and colder, small points of light begin to glow everywhere … in windows, on trees, along quiet streets. They don’t erase the darkness; they coexist with it, reminding us that Light is never absent. It simply waits to be seen.

       For Christians, Christmas marks the birth of an enlightened soul who came into the world and changed humanity forever. Through his life and teachings, he reminded us that there is a Light greater than ourselves … a divine wisdom, love, and presence always available to us, if we are willing to believe and remember.

       And yet, this honoring of Light in darkness is not unique to Christianity. Across religions, cultures, and spiritual traditions, this season has long symbolized the ending of one cycle and the quiet beginning of another. It is a sacred threshold … a moment to pause, release what has been, and gently turn toward what is coming. Whether named as Christ light, divine presence, universal love, or sacred awareness, the essence remains the same:  Light returns, again and again.

       For those of us walking a healing path … especially one that has asked for patience, surrender, and faith … this reminder feels especially tender. Magic does not always arrive loudly. Sometimes it comes as a subtle moment: a feeling of peace, a memory that warms the heart, a flicker of hope, or a quiet sense of being supported.

Healing, Hope, and New Beginnings

       This season also speaks directly to those of us healing from Long Covid.

       If you’re at the beginning of this journey, feeling confused or grieving what has changed, please know you are not alone. If you’re somewhere in the middle, learning how to pace, listen, and trust your body again, your effort matters more than you know. And if you’re beginning to feel glimmers of renewal, slowly reclaiming parts of yourself that once felt distant, there is so much to honor there.

       Healing isn’t linear, and it isn’t rushed. So much of it happens quietly, beneath the surface, long before we can see or measure it. Just like the return of the light after the solstice, it comes gradually … day by day, breath by breath. Every small moment of relief, clarity, or strength is meaningful. Nothing is wasted.

       Christmas reminds me that new beginnings rarely announce themselves loudly. They arrive gently, wrapped in hope. Even in seasons of waiting, something is being born … a deeper wisdom, a softer strength, a more compassionate relationship with ourselves and our bodies.

       Wherever you are on your Long Covid journey … at the beginning, in the middle, or somewhere close to the other side … I hope this season reminds you that healing is still unfolding. Hope is still alive. And new beginnings are always possible.

From my heart to yours,

✨Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a winter season filled with light, warmth, patience, and gentle renewal. ✨