0101: an empty page
Chilly air, a hint of sage
Pages turning
Candles burning
Scenes unfold in cozy light,
While spring still remains beyond our sight.
In darkness deep, we pause, reflect,
On things we guard, those we protect.
As ink meets page, we start to savor
The sacred rhythm of life’s favor.
It’s not in actions or in reason,
But love and passion shape the season.
Trust, allowing them to enter
To fill your heart, to fill your center
What you see in little things
That is what most miracles brings
You are the creator, it’s yours indeed—
In charge of your thoughts, you plant the seed
Consciously choosing the magic that will be showing
On these blank pages is where your seeds will be growing.
Angela Kaim