For the winter that has been, may you look now to see the seed that lay beneath the snow.
For the winter that is to come, may you trust that you are strong enough, and if not on your own then held in the hands of the beloved.
For the summer sun that warmed you, give thanks. Even when she scorched you, give thanks. Even when the fires came, give thanks.
For the summer sun that shall be, may you turn your face toward her, believing that you are truly deserving.
For the autumn that swept through, may you see how the shedding of leaf and skin is, in the end, our only way to grow.
For the autumn calling out ahead, may you come to trust the slow wind and the way it wraps around you.
For the spring that began, know that new things are like babies, the stumble and fall is their only way of learning how to stand.
For the spring that waits for you, be patient, hold onto hope, do not yearn so much for her that you miss this moment. The one right now. She will always be there waiting. Always. Always waiting. Always.