vaulting into action

the thick cover of clouds suggests the groundhog did NOT see his shadow, and thus forecasts an early spring. the feast of imbolc dawns, the sky pearly as new milk. i slept remarkably well last night, and woke up refreshed and energized. i feel the new sun filter through the clouds.

a totally unexpected kind of spring has opened up before me. i reach into my aries soul, and leap.

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.