As I sit staring out my window, leaving the energy of a new moon in Pisces, I watch the snow continue to fall on the tiny mountains of snow strewn in the trees, on the fence and over the sandbox.
What my partner today called “March snow,” my Colorado raised brain knowing this to be the wet, heavy, last reach of winter as the ground begins to warm for spring.
I sit in the energy of knowing my time is coming, knowing the work I put in this winter will come to fruition soon. The practice of staying dedicated to myself, finding my creative process, and loving myself all the way through.
Only a slight amount of fear in knowing it is time for the big risks; sharing my creativity, asking for support, putting my passions out there.
Alas I must bear the weight of March snow, bear the weight of risks. Notably embracing this final thaw. Take my closing chances to soak up the season of rest and reflection. All the while prepparing to take the risks that catalyze a shifting season.
The last of heavy shoveling to welcome revelations of sprouts and buds. The tight rope balance of warming with snow a top.
I allow myself to be seen, I allow my growth to begin, I allow reflections of my worth to come to being.
Let’s be real it’s probably going to snow one or two more times but you get the jist.
