I feel much healthier now that we are back on Standard Time. I am not a morning person by nature, my thoughts dragging along an hour or two behind my lark-tempered companions. I cannot knit lace in the morning. I drift off into random parts of the pattern, thinking that my fingers know what they are doing.  They do not.

Right now, it feels like the world has slowed down and waited for me to catch up.

I am ready for this quiet time, although I am not prepared in the traditional sense. I am sitting in the heart of the spiral, wondering and waiting. Usually I carry a question or a point of focus with me. Sometimes I find it on the way here, through dreaming or meditation. This year, I am here in patience, willing to wait, to dabble my fingers in the pool that gathers around the bubbling spring, waiting for Her call. This kind of waiting is not passive. My senses are all as engaged as they would be if I were active. I am not coiling tight with frustration. It's hard to explain, but it is peaceful and restorative.

Wouldn't it be interesting if all I am meant to do is wait in peace?