It's been a long, cold winter. I wrapped a blanket around me with the first snowfall and have barely moved since. The words never leave me. They tumble around in my head, growing louder and more impatient with every day they're kept in. I named this year Free and then pushed her back in the cage. I trust quiet and standing still in the dark...the free-fall of faith is terrifying to me. But I know I've waited and stalled long enough. The sap is rising even in this struggling Spring.