Spring pulls at my heart and I awaken, like a slumbering bear emerging from hibernation. The morning frost glitters like jewels. The air is sharp and fresh. I fill my lungs with the healing odors of pine, cedar, birch and willow. It’s good to be alive. My heart swells. I can hear its strong beat playing in rhythm with the earth mother. The sun is stroking me from head to toe. Its warmth fills me with power. The rest of my body is awake. I am hungry, famished. (more…)
Too much giving and not enough receiving has emptied my cup. It is lying empty in the frozen desert of time.
But, the only constant in life is change and the sun has risen.
The environment is beginning to thaw. Water is running alongside my cup. Some ripples are nudging it. I think, “Yes, it will start to fill up soon!” Just then a foot appears out of nowhere and cruelly stomps my cup flat leaving me with a feeling of exasperation. I’m not sure what to do now. The cup will not hold water any longer both ends are open. I am confused. Sadly I realize if I had the proper materials and experience, I could repair my cup. It would be different but the cup still might hold water in its unique new form.
The Trefoil Muse 
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