Here we are.
Waking from a long slumber.
A forced slumber.
A winter cycle that could not, would not, be denied.
Here we are.
Shaking dust from our shoulders.
Blinking cobwebs from our eyes.
Breathing breath, sweet and deep, into the thawing mountains of our lungs.
Here we are.
Eager and ready to see which seeds will sprout and which, buried too deep or maybe, could it be, just not meant to be, will add their decomposition to the richness of our soul's soil.
Here we are.
As it was in the beginning and so it will be in the end.
Here we are.
Sinew and bones and flesh.
Hearts beating loud and strong; a cacophony of song that cannot be ignored; a primal rhythm that knows the way.
Holy giants in sacred, waking, feminine form.
Here we are.
xo
kael
