The Awakening

Under the blanket of snow, seeds stir, break open.

One warm day, sprouts peeked through the ground, offering us their intention of renewal.

I too awake from winter's slumber...

ready to offer my internal messages,

my gleanings of this deep introspective time.

I bring what was buried inside, out into the world... my offerings.

Why am I here?

I have guessed this is a part of it...

...what brings me joy flows out into the world...

Awakening to the gifts and sharing them.