the joy in being present

as children are

without anticipating

what it could be —

or might be —

eyes and ears

and mouths

and hands

open to receive

what it is —

whatever it is —

this is the fruit

of letting go

emptying out

and trusting

your valentine box

to fill with a million

light mixed with dark

crayon keepsakes and

candy hearts.

 

About the Author Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

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