You stand 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 that transformation isn’t linear or rational, but unfurls in cycles of yearning, reshaping, healing and rest.