We know more than we can tell.
Michael Polanyi
Your Year of What Arrives Without Words. This is the year the knowledge that lives below language finally gets to do its work, the intuition you used to second-guess because it arrived without a receipt. Something you spent years reaching for quietly stops mattering in February, and the lightness that follows is so immediate you almost laugh out loud. A conversation in late spring lands in your body before your mind has caught up, and you trust it anyway, and it opens exactly the door it was supposed to. The work you do in autumn carries a different quality, unhurried and sure, because you are no longer explaining yourself to yourself. You have always known more than your words could hold. This year you stop apologizing for what the words leave out, and what the words leave out turns out to be the best part.