Through Winter, Toward Light

Dear Friend,

may you awaken like the snowdrops—softly, and without demand—rising through the cold soil of all you have endured. 

May the light find you just as you are, not bowed in defeat, but in quiet reverence, carrying a beauty shaped by hidden griefs and the silent crossings of your life. 

May you trust the ground beneath you, even when it carries the memory of winter, and allow the warmth of the sun to reach the places in you that have long waited for light. 

And above all, may you never lose your capacity for awe—for the wonder that breaks through frost and shadows and gently reminds you that you are still becoming, still here, and still sacred.

I love You,
Alma