Be called underground. be re-root. Incubated in stillness. Listen to your woven thoughts untangling to pause. The fire may be dim and small in distilled wait, nourished by mother energy rising from deep inside and through mother earth surrounding you. Let the compelling din of others best intentions to dissolve away as you retreat from worldly ways. Be held in a sleeping volcanic basin trusting the unfolding to have its season when ripe. Till then breathe and be here-now in this winterage you find yourself being called into.
~ Lotus Indigo Shakti Kruse