The Pull

At Imbolc I begin to feel it… like a gentle tug from a small child at my hem… As Ostara draws closer, the tug becomes a pull. Like a whisper beckoning me to those secret places that hold the mind in entreaty promising pure joy and release. I start to revisit the sacred places, open up my mind and spirit… Soon it invades my thoughts through the waking hours of mind numbing repetitive mundane. I awaken to awareness again. I wonder if the creatures emerging from hibernation feel this way. I look forward to seeing them again as I visit the natural springs by my home where I leave a token each year. I long to spend hours in the wooded sanctuary in the grassy patch the dear bed in at night. I yearn to embrace the intimacy of the goddess within. The sleeper has awakened once more…