The scent of Spring: smells like wet dirt, birds are loud and chirpy, the sun is stronger and there are signs of green life brewing at our feet. There is also this feeling, one of movement and an impending push forward. The season of Wood, growth and generated energy that transforms into Form. Some people rejoice here, “Ahh, I have been waiting for this and now I can breath and expand.” For others, “I want to stay in the quiet Winter stillness and hide there, do not push me.“ How do you respond to the beginning of Wood time?
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