It has been winter in our hearts. The pulsed flow of things, the inevitability of shift, has been hidden from us. We thought we were looking straight on, we were, we were looking straight on and the intensity of our focus masked the shifts in the periphery, what we knew but only underground, unnamed and unspoken.
Now everything is broken open and the air smells complicated. In all the rush and tumble, our gears fit together. Surprising. The sun polishes your breastplate. You raise your spear and I blow the judgement horn.
Go now. Go. Go. Go
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dream stories 
’bout time. xo
Hah, Lynn. Sometimes the silence ages into something no small word can disturb. It takes horns. And a great bright resounding.
Brilliant! After a day of a breast surgery and being called to follow the Sun ( away from this MN winter)…this is the sign from Great Mystery, Mother Life I needed. 13 thank you’s for being the messenger.
13 bows in return, Rose. May the sun take you in and ease you. I wish you well.
I love your view that it in our hearts it has been winter — suggesting that Spring is just a breath away. Exactly what we need!
Yes! And everything breaks open into something completely new.
It’s good to hear from you, Lisa. I hope that horns calls in spring as well. So over the winter and cold. ” the air smells complicated ” I like that.
Thank you Nicole. Whatever it calls is coming now. Unpredictable and wondrous, no doubt.