Come dance with me in spirit my sweet friends. It really is the time… To take back all our power for there, we are sublime.

The sun sings springtime on the birdsong this morning like the ancestors sing ancient renewal into every new day

Breath is a gift I take without giving enough thanks for, thousands of times a day…

I’ve been sleeping rather late these days…
Waking up behind the sun instead of when she comes.

I fell asleep to the sound of the rain last night. I couldn’t see the moon…

Today the spring birds called me awake.