You are standing at the sacred threshold of the east.
This is the liminal space of yes-but-not-yet.
Like a bear in her den, you curl and unfold and curl in again.
Winter is beginning to melt, but you can still feel its weight.
It's time to honor this active hibernation, a time for purposeful rest and inevitable wrestling.
It's time to honor the holiness of waiting and wanting.
It's time to remember what transformation looks like:
waves of frustration and exhaustion, inspiration followed by rest.
It's time to acknowledge what the ancients have taught us, that there is no becoming without undoing, no alchemy without fire.