The power of the season is rising within. We are waking up with positive, radiant energy. A new hope: that we may answer for ourselves, our unanswered questions. May we begin to walk, in any such direction, as long as we may be moving forward. Have no fear of trekking a mistaken trail, our travels will prove to lead us home. If every path were green and bright, we would have clean toes and monotonous days. Be gracious for our stumbles upon the rocky earth. For if we had never slipped, would we ever have looked closely upon the tiny crystals and sparkles hiding among the dirt. Take after the mantras of the trees: and breathe in sync with the rushing wind. Chant songs of joyful wonder with the echoes of the canyon. Set goals that mirror your intentions, and may your manifestation of those intentions be reflected upon your soul like the sun upon the sea at dawn. A new day is coming.