The Winter's white is all encompassing outside my window. Movement only found in the dance of drifting snowflakes. Frozen silence, yet still, there is the heartbeat of The Earth below, if I listen well and true. Lately I seem to be like those snowflakes adrift on the wind. The Queen reminds me that in my silence to tune in and listen truly to the beat of my own heart.
Spiritsong Tarot
I bet you are like the seeds under all that snow - full of possibilities waiting to sprout at the right time.
ReplyDeleteSunshine and some warmth will revive me.
Deleteas I've watched our flakes float down it gives me the shivers to think I'm the only person that will ever see that one flake.
ReplyDeleteA lovely insight.
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