The first day of spring and the cold was biting at my ankles like some five year old day care nightmare. I have managed a winter of quiet hibernation mixed with bursts of energy. I have heard, listened to musicians inspiring me with their passion, their aura. I have made new friendships, rekindled old ones, and perhaps lost touch with some. I am making amends and making peace and making a mess all at the same time. I am writing. Music, lyrics, words, poems, prose, anything. I am creating so I don't feel so naked in the harshness of this time of year.
So I stand in the cold of this night and look up at the stars and pay my respects to the Goddess of the Dawn. I tell Eostre how happy I am to have seen her today. I tell her my impatience, I shiver in the cold and hope she sees how thankful I am that she is here. Because, though I may complain and wish for Beltaine, I know that she heralds the warmth, the fire of life, the sun. So that, when Midsummer is finally upon us, I will not complain of the heat, but languish in it.
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