12/14/2025
Winter magic moves quietly.
It doesn’t rush or demand—it blankets, softens, and stills. ❄️
In the hush of falling snow, the world exhales. Branches bend in sacred surrender, holding the weight of rest, trusting they will rise again. Winter reminds us that dormancy is not emptiness—it is preparation. Beneath the frost, life is dreaming.
This is the season of inner fires, of listening more than speaking, of honoring what needs to pause. Magic lives in the silence, in the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, in the knowing that nothing blooms without first being still.
Winter teaches us this truth:
✨ Rest is holy.
✨ Stillness is powerful.
✨ And even now, becoming is happening.