The Dreamtime

Dreamtime in the dark

Dreamtime in the cold

Dreamtime with the new, dreamtime with the old.

As your Garden slumbers, and the days slowly grow longer, what Dreams do the seeds you intend to plant nurture?

As your Garden slumbers, and another year nears its end, what fruits have prior seeds bore?

Beneath the Winds of Change, beneath the snow and ice, oblivious to the turning of the tilting planet, you can hear it beckon you.

There will be Warmth on the other side of Tomorrow. Another day will come and there will be Light.

What new songs does the Dreamtime whisper to you, enticing you from your bed to dance the dance of Creation that never ends?

How can it shape your future, and honour your past?

May the Dreamtime sing you to new Tomorrows, and may the Warmth of you Garden ever nurture your soul.

Happy Writing!