I am currently in between seasons. That place between ending one life chapter and beginning another. And I am restless. I want to ‘get going’. But all signs point to staying exactly where I am because whatever is taking form within my being for this next stage is not quite ready yet.
I felt it.
The sap rising in my bones
Just a trickle
But enough to make me turn on the radio
And bop to pop in my living room
So damn grateful for its return
And the aliveness that it brings.