What Looms Ahead in 2026

What Looms Ahead in 2026

A Threshold Walked with Fragile Bones and Fierce Clarity

New Year’s Eve 2025 is on the way to 2026. Whatever looms ahead is for the future to reveal, and we will meet it through dreams, brainstorming, and creating. We keep creating and sending messages of truth.

On the edge of a new year, I stand in the quiet before the words, where dreamwork and truth work rise like twin currents beneath the surface. No choices have been finalized, and there is no need for any action at this time. The unknown waits with its soft, steady breath, not as a threat but as a visitor I have met many times before. This is the space where visions gather, where the future speaks in symbols first, and where I learn again how to meet what comes with clarity, humor, and an unshakable truth that lives deeper than fear.

And so, I listen. Not for predictions, but for the subtle tremor beneath the world, the way a new year hums before it speaks. The unknown is not a shadow on the horizon; it is an ancient companion, arriving again with its lantern of unspoken possibilities. I meet it the only way I know through dream work that reveals what the eyes cannot see, through truth work that refuses to bend, through creation that turns silence into meaning. What comes in 2026 will not catch me unprepared. I have walked through thresholds before, carrying humor, clarity, and the quiet prophecy that rises from a life lived awake.

I do not meet the coming year empty handed. I bring my rituals, my humor, my small sweetness lollipops that stand in for what cannot cross the border. I bring the lollipops, the soft medicine, the quiet comforts that remind me I am still here, still creating, still listening. These simple offerings become part of the ceremony, proof that even in uncertain times I choose gentleness over fear. And as 2026 approaches, I feel the familiar shift the air thickening with possibility, the unseen rearranging itself, the future leaning close as if to whisper its first truth.

The Pointing Accusing Finger That Lost Its Power New Year’s Edition

There was once a pointing finger in the back of my mind, a relic from old rooms and old expectations. It tried to rush me, shame me, push me past my own limits, as if urgency were a virtue and exhaustion a requirement. But that era is over. In this new cycle, that finger holds no authority. It is a shadow without a source, a memory without a mandate.

I move now at the pace of my body, my breath, my truth.

I honor the timing that protects me, not the pressure that breaks me.

I choose clarity over performance, sovereignty over strain.

And on this New Year’s Eve, the rain becomes my ally a quiet reminder that the world will wait, that nothing is worth risking my spine or my peace. The weather decides the timing, not the ghost of someone else’s urgency. The year turns when it turns, and I meet it on my own terms.

Threshold of 2026

I walk toward the turning of the year

with pockets full of small sweetness’s

and a heart that has learned

how to read the world in symbols.

The night is not dark to me.

It is a canvas waiting for the first stroke,

a hush that holds its breath

before the prophecy begins.

Dreamwork rises like mist from the edges,

truth work glows like an ember in the chest,

and the unknown steps forward

not as a warning

but as an old companion

who knows my name.

I do not fear what comes.

I have crossed too many thresholds

to mistake silence for danger

or change for loss.

The future leans close,

lantern in hand,

and whispers:

Meet me with your clarity.

Meet me with your humor.

Meet me with the truth

that refuses to bow.

And so, I do.

With lollipops for laughter,

with medicine for softness,

with creation as my compass,

I step into 2026

unshaken,

awake,

and sovereign.

I do not bow to the turning of the year.

I meet it standing,

spine lit with the memory

of every threshold I have crossed

and every truth I have carried like flame.

The world may shift its shape again,

but I have learned the language of change.

I have learned that prophecy

is not thunder or warning,

but the quiet certainty

that rises from a life lived awake.

I walk with the unseen beside me

not as omen,

not as fear,

but as an ancient ally

who has walked my path

long before calendars were born.

If shadows gather,

I will not shrink.

I have met darker nights

and turned them into stories,

into symbols,

into medicine.

If light arrives,

I will not flinch from its clarity.

I will let it reveal what must be seen,

what must be released,

what must be honored.

For I am not entering 2026 as a question.

I am entering as a force

a dreamer who listens,

a truth teller who refuses to bend,

a creator who knows

that the future is shaped

by the ones who dare to speak

before the world finds its words.

And so, I step forward,

not with fear,

but with the fierce softness

of someone who knows

the year ahead

already knows my name.

Entering 2026 With Truth

And as I step into 2026, I do so with the body I have — a spine that has carried me through more pain than most will ever understand. I do not hide this truth, and I do not apologize for the medicine that keeps me standing. Others may judge what they cannot feel, invent stories about a pain they have never experienced, but their scrutiny is not my burden to carry.

I move forward with gentleness for myself, not permission from those who mistake their opinions for knowledge. My only focus tonight is easing the ache in my back, softening the edges of a body that has endured too much. I enter the new year not with shame, but with clarity: my life is rooted by the truth of my own fragile bones, not by the imaginations of those who have never walked a single step in this pain.

Let the year turn.

Let the rain fall.

Let the lollipops melt their small sweetness into the night.

I meet 2026 with honesty, sovereignty, and the quiet courage of someone who knows exactly what it takes to keep going.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

Outstages Cafe Production

California

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