The wheel has turned again

Today I feel the warmth of the yellow sun touching my core.

A thaw has begun in me.

Deeds accomplished and those left undone remain unsettled

They tumble and scar the earth

Like boulders caught at the height of a raging spring melt

Dislodged from their former place

They create new landscapes, consequences, dangers, and opportunities

The shape of what will be is even now in flux

Hidden, submerged just beneath the surface of the icy watershed

Deed impacts deed

Choices merge and come apart

Slowly become existent on the material plane

Fabric of the future is woven in the present

Stitch by stitch, choice by choice

To speak or withhold a word

To act or to refrain

To move toward or away or to remain still

Choice will nudge, alter, shape the emergent pattern as it rises on a faint horizon

The pattern, specter-like, pulses

It phases in and out of focus

Each choice creates new potentialities

Myriad seemingly inconsequential decisions slowly coalesce

Becomes direction, an arrow pointing through time into tomorrow

Choices made attract similar deeds to themselves and repel unlike options

Fields begin to arise, increasing in strength

Thought becomes choice, becomes action, becomes habit, becomes character, becomes destiny

The thaw has begun

The melt is on

Soon the waters will subside

Choosing will be over for a season

And the new geography mapped