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I: We are not saying leave the work when the momentum is high, but consider where in the seasons you are when the momentum is low. Making life hard is not just about changing actions but changing your attitude of mind to encompass the time of year. If you are getting lots of people feeling burdened at the moment, be aware that this is partly the time of year when the feeling of being burden is highest. When there is a sense of no light at the end of the tunnel, because darkness is increasing and light is decreasing. Not everything can be changed by the individual alone ' the force of nature, change and renewal are too strong, as they should be.

When the skies grow dark and the thunder is loud The rain is so soon to fall, And with silvery light the lightening crashes To earth the storm clouds try to call. Be safe and dry find a house get in

Well I tried and failed The hurt and loss detailed, Etched into my bleeding heart Smothering me in clouds of dark. Every second is a feeling of loss The wonderful memories that time has forgot,

Butterfly, butterfly where do you go I've seen you before in dreams of old, Capturing, holding feelings so true Loving every moment that I share with you. Searching, looking, wandering for you

As life unfolds, that open book of me Unwritten every page, for you to read, The words that life will bring, all I might be Will come from what you write and what you need. The promise of a summer rain is near

Raven, raven, sing me a song Not to short, nor to long, Sing me a song of life Free of harm, free of strife. Tell me how you soar These skies you adore, Sing of dreams you have found Sing of desires unbound.

Seeing through all time and space And following into a chase But never catching what I've seen, Nor even knowing what I mean It's not a thing my mind can place. Your eyes, so deep, I never know

I'd walk down through the forest in the rain To see the girl in green and feel her pain, Uncertain of her life so many ways Yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days. All dressed in greenery of vine and leaves

The crisp wind blew hard Across the meadow of snow, While the full moon rose With such a golden glow. Nature's glorious charm Of her purity in white, Radiating beautifully against The solitude of night.