It’s Spring Equinox, a moment of fragile balance. There was half of the moon in the sky today. An icy wind was blowing all days long. As the night fell, it brought new snow. This feels important.

It’s Tuesday, so I had to wake up early and drag myself out of bed before the first light. Still, I took a minute to ask my ancestors to give me guidance. It feels easier to believe these things in the moments between sleep and wakefulness. It felt like they listened.