Encased in a world of white,
frozen tundra, deep into
darkness—there is rest in hibernation
as all wait to rise into the warmth
of what they could only dream of:
growth, nourishment, and the freedom
to bloom and bring joy and beauty
into this world.
Yes! We too wait and dream
and hold promise of living fully alive
in grace, strength, and vibrancy.
Deep within what appears to us
as the absence of light, we each
anticipate the moment of our arrival
at the door of expectancy.
Free to radiate beyond shadow,
into and through the light
that illuminates and calls us forth
into our creative day. All that we wait for,
all that we dream of—it is ours,
as within our inner depths,
it waits for us.
Migration update: You probably thought it was done already! I am happy to report it is all in process—slow but sure—as work happens behind the scenes. As it turns out my nephew is hosting me and I am delighted to have a live person to work with on the changes I would like to make as I move forward. The shift will happen either Monday or Tuesday of this week. I surround it all in the light of smooth transition and highest good. Blessings on your week ahead, dear readers. I appreciate all of you.
