Dear Pneuma,

I am enjoying the grey wetness of this day. Everything looms close and quiet. The world is tucked in and waiting. It is the wrong time of year for emergence, though. It is supposed to be the time of closing down, and shutting in. Yet, I sense something blooming beneath the pulse of the world-something new and exciting.

This is a good time for courage. This is a good time for stepping out. This is a good time for commitment. I think the grieving is done for now.

Yours,

Cobalt Dreams