Leaning into the richness of Winter's rest. An invitation to match our energies to Earth as she moves into death, beyond the crone. Seeing what is behind the final page, the Crone reaches out her aged hands to drop seeds into ours. To keep them warm and nourished during Winter. Each budding thought and inspiration adds another quiet layer snow. Energized with potential and endless possibilities of what will come with the next cycle of blooms. Keep dreaming loves! Spring is on her way.
An ode to blooms past and all that unfolds in our awakening.