With the turning of the year comes the weight of reflection. Silent, yet inevitable. Today I think of the quiet goodbyes, and the loud ones that echoed through 2025, like whispers in a rainstorm. Even when doubt clouds my heart, I wonder if endings are tethered to some unseen reason, a thread woven too fine to see, but which pulls us in ways we don’t understand The way the universe spins with purpose, sometimes sharp, sometimes soft; strategically breaking hearts, strategically mending us, it’s hard to tell if we’ll ever know what (if any) good reasons it may have. But I’ve learned that one has to learn to let go.…