Sprinkled droplets of snow, in the most hardy and beautiful flower,

Scatter in the woods, flower beds and lawns, signaling the start of a change in season.

Sun splashes of crocus and pimula bring a colourful palette to the garden.

All signs that nature is turning towards spring, lifting her head up to the sun and sometimes laughing as she shakes a dusting of snow from the heavy clouds.

As we watch nature so we know, everything keeps moving, circles of seasons, circles of life, begin and end and sometimes rejuvenate.

It is the same with our soul.

It comes forth, a delicate but strong force, in a tiny body.

It pushes through the years, hoping and living, in good health and bad.

It sweeps up life's experiences, tucking them into pockets and keeping them safe, nothing is lost or forgotten, even when it is.

It is a thumb print, a leaf of intricate veins, each unique in design.

Nothing is gone, but it is absorbed, a unique identity, your life, your memories, always stored.

A circle that is never ending but nonetheless should not be wasted.

Let your soul talk and dance you to your next move, sway in delight in its energy, to live and love.

Let your soul lead while you follow, dance your circle, upon circle, upon circle.