Whatever you have done or not done, however long you have wallowed in despair or disconnection, however many times you have retraced the same wounding grooves in your mind, the dawning of spring invites you to step into the dance of transformation. The wind whispers in your ear, urging you to begin again, to breathe life into the sparks of inspiration and hope that, however improbably, have endured the long winter of your self-hatred. The earth longs to feel the tremor of your feet dancing upon Her. And, no matter how much you fear that it is too late, no matter how tightly you cling to the stale nightmare that insists that you are too broken to change, no matter how unworthy you feel, may you know this truth: the weight of all that pales in comparison to the love that awaits, the flames that even now reach towards you, as vast and bright and all-forgiving as the sun. May you allow yourself, as much as you can bear, to feel the caress and inspiration of those flames. May you open to the voice that sings: wake up, come back to life, we need you, we miss you, come back, rise bright and fresh as the flowers.

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