The wind that shakes the Barley

Here I am again. The wind that shakes the Barley has shook me hard. A throttling I would call it. Been unable to summon up any words to describe. But time is the only healer and I am back in the realm of the tasters. And the taste gets sweeter by the day. The cracks that have sought to tear me asunder are healing. Spirit finds the cracks, slaps you round the face and bids one to awake. I have been asleep....though constantly without energy....but seeds of life are appearing once more...seeking the sun which has been obscured for what seems an eternity. A pale light illuminates the darkness and gets brighter by the hour.......a balefire blade that renews hope in a world of hoplessness. The wind that shakes the Barley is a wind of change..which I am embracing fully as it caresses my soul with promise.....Hail to the Barley and Hail to the wind. Welcome that wind into your life..........it whispers. B.C.