For the past few days that I have been at home, late in the evening and early in the morning I can almost hear the ground speak. It is that deep satisfying groaning and sighing that happens on those occasions when you wake up blissfully rested and aligned. It is the earth mother, doing a big stretch after the long long long winter. It is muffled as there is at least a foot and a half of snow in my yard, more in some places. But the movement is there, it is an affirmation it is inevitable (one hopes) that no matter what spring does arrive, the light does rise in the sky, and mother earth wakes from that wonderful, amazing needed time of internal restoration and rest to once again dazzle us with the bounties of the earth.
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