Do you ever wake up and just feel beautifully wonderfully at peace. The first stirring as your eyes begin to see the wonder that today is? I have an Uncle who wrote a book. It is called the Oeace that passes all understanding. He was a Lutheran minister that was way before his time. I think of him on here mornings. He wasn’t physically present in my life very much, yet his Oresence remains yet today . Strong and kind, gentle and true. He spoke of Yeshuas Loveas a way to live. Not a doctrine to obey. Today I feel his Presence strongly. May love be your guide today ❣️🌀 In Presence Page❣️

Blessing on the Eve of the Child On this Eve of the Child, may you feel the nearness of gentleness. May hope rest lightly in your hands, not asking to be explained or proven. May the holy arrive quietly — through breath, memory, kindness, and care. May what is small be honored. May what is tender be protected. May what is being born within you be given time. Tonight, may love find you where you are, and remind you that wonder still knows your name. Blessings on the Eve of the Child. — Page - 💫

Good morning. This morning I feel good — sipping my mushroom brew after our walk, resting in the in-betweentime where nothing is rushing me forward. Fryja and I saw a bobcat, and in that moment I felt Mary move closer. Her essence felt light in weight, like a fresh spring breeze — warm, steady, and alive. Like the wind that moves with the ocean swells as they dance upon the earth. I felt Mary, and I heard the whisper and the caw of the crow, all in unison — as if the world itself was singing a song meant just for us. The song wasn’t about getting somewhere. It was about being here — in the very moment the song begins. Stay with me, sway with me. I am the way, I will lay at your feet, the beautiful and the sweet. Injoy this moment. Delight in its components. Blessings on this Eve of the Eve of the birth of the Child. ~Page~ Mary whispers, stay — this is enough.

As we enter into the longest night, may you find your imagination and the light that is becoming. May rest find you uplifted . May Love open doorways. Much Love, Page