Winter 2023

February feels like it is the middle of two states of being. There is change; yet it’s all incubating under the surface, quietly, secretly and slowly. There is a powerful energy building but it’s hard to notice, but I can certainly feel it. Fizzing energy is humming under the surface. Over the years I am getting more okay with this state of being. We have completed the push up to the top of the mountain, and the energy is now balanced at the pinnacle and the momentum hasn’t yet started down. Although, its creeping though towards the dramatic descent into the new year. And it’s difficult to just sit still with this feeling and observe from a high place: the chaos of spring, the grind of summer, and the final push of fall. It’s a balancing act to enjoy what the current moment holds, no matter where we are in life’s ceaseless cycles. I haven’t yet started milking again this year. The milking season come again next month. For now, I’m just here, trying my best to just watch the buds before they begin to swell.