The Free Radical

Wow, things are really shaking up!

And from a mixed hybrid dream, the Earth is really waking up!

Snowshoe Hare is finally putting away the snowshoes and the bright white snowsuit. The brown summer coat is promising another level of protection.

And even though it’s been rather cold, the deepest layers of frozen under-standing are rising to the surface of the human ground of Being. It’s coming out as frost at the surface, making slopes slick and slippery. One of the most important things about traversing the Tibetan Trail as it becomes unexpectedly muddy is to know how to fall and crash to the ground without hurting yourself or otherwise tumbling immediately to the bottom of the mountain. I’ve had some challenges these days!

These webs of surface ice hint at stories unwritten, untold…

Mother Goose keeps her gaze fixed upon the Source as she maneuvers between the stones of river-tombs dismantled…

Rodney the Raven stands on the earthly entombments of the Ancient Sorcerers, ready to pass the torch of storytelling from last year to the keeper of the deepest tales… to be revealed this year…

Hawk leads us on daily now, getting comfortable for the pending oration, this tale of the Ancient Sorcerers and their ultimate disappearance.

Looking left and right, he notes the assembled anticipation… for all that’s piled up through time…

And soon, he begins to speak…