Bees are coming back. One at a time, a hive here, a hive there. Watchers. Keeping watch until the time comes to return to the people. A little honey will go a long way. Nothing is lost.

The old ones sing somewhere, and keep the fires. They are small now, barely visible in the night North sky, but they are there. The ice is gone and there is nothing to reflect, now. Time brings all things around and around again.

Sleep in these good cool nights, and dream of the dance we will do when the old ones light the fires for us all to see!

Green year. Early fruit. Listen to that. Lush early. Listen to it and know what comes out must go in. Everything in our earth in every cycle creates its opposite at the other side. Learn it the earth way, not the book way, and you will truly have knowledge.

Build your villages, but be ready to unearth those saplings, tie them as a litter, and move to where the hunt is richer, the food is more plentiful. See the world. Learn the seasons from your resonance. Move with them.

Be a drop of water. It freezes. It thaws. It evaporates, It falls, It quenches, It fills, It is emptied into, It freezes. Be a drop of water and you will know God.