For now you must rest.

For now you must bend your will and descend to the dark chamber where all senses are suspended and only that slow and incommoding longing for movement remains. Because now is the moment to rest your body to free your mind, and as in the heavens, your movements are getting more and more stationary. Minimal. Primary. Fetal.

Do as you were instructed. Embrace Winter. Become Winter.

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heed the call of the Mother
– it is the call of the waters
the waters of a hopeful womb
the waters of thunder and hail

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