(a collection of photos from snow days in january)
my head is swirling with so many thoughts, inspiration and plans, but my heart feels so so quiet.
i've never been good with words, but i've always been able to make them come.
i know what it is to feel. and then write what i feel, even if it isn't poetry or filled with eloquent metaphors.
but, lately- even that's gone.
they say every heart goes through seasons. maybe it's winter in mine right now.
maybe it's okay. (because spring always comes after winter.)
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"While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease."
-Genesis 8: 22
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january was a month for reading new books, cherishing the simple, large cups of tea, adding twinkle lights to your room, and long messy journal entries.
it was finding God's faithfulness once again.
it was realizing sometimes even words are enough.
it was learning it's okay to be quiet. (be still my soul.)
here i am, six days into february. with only nine more days of being fifteen left.
two words: excited. terrified.
xx. marcia.



































































