Spring

Theres something different – a stirring...a moving...soft, beckoning...I hear my name...

I follow – timidly...slowly – I’m not scared, or fearful...just cautious...I don’t know where its leading...

Theres something different – a feeling...it invites, surrounds, envelopes, encompasses...

I’m drawn...I’m curious – its pulling, tugging...ever so gently – but I feel the force...

Theres something different – its not like before – it hasn’t been like this in a very long time...

I’m excited…standing, waiting, anticipating...in the middle of it all - the eye of the storm...

Theres something different...something very, very different...

I’m not resisting, I’m ready for the call...not my will - I surrender...the time has come...

I am yours.