I’m dragging my feet, scuffling along as if I am asked to go to bed while it is still light outside.
Spring is coming.
Too soon.
I have squandered my dark time.
Loss. Grief. Loss.
Keywords that have colored my world through this dark time.
Yet?
I have known love.
I have felt gratitude.
I have seen growth.
Sitting with the Cailleach. I am home. This is familiar.
But Bride is calling. I hear her soft humming over the hills.
There is a greening on the land.
How can I let go to meet her?
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