I arise out of myself… The season of essential dormancy has run its course. I am awake now. With a deep breath and outstretched arms, I make myself available to this the season of my resurgence…my resurrection… my re-recognition of who I am and all that I can become.

In a moment of affirmation I lend myself to the memory of what has been, and I give myself permission to embrace what is yet to come. And… as I slowly inhale and exhale I experience the interchange between memories rehashed and permission given. In this, the moment of my rising, I experience my new awareness, my wokeness if you will, as a kind of reassuring rumble in my heart, and in my stomach, and in the nether regions of my being.