As spring slowly begins to make her presence known, tickling sleeping trees, and whispering love poems to seeds, just waiting to stretch out their vines through the softening earth, the air sweetens.

The clear yet sterile air of winter makes way for a fragrance teeming with life. Melting snow, damp moss, the decay of autumn past and saturated ground create this muddy primordial potion necessitating growth.

Miraculous

This ever changing yet always remaining, always repeating, cyclical process is woven into every fiber of all beings and embeds itself deep in the marrow of every bone, from bird's wing to bison's skull.

Out of death, decay, and out of bareness comes something new, abundant and vital. The time for change is now, the time to awaken and grow. The time to live