i die in the wintertime. i sleep in my insides. i become so lonely i can't even think straight. i fall into myself and feel abandoned by nature.

today i feel myself waking. i feel that dark magick lurking in the air. i feel those elementals i know so well swirling around me, watching me, waiting for me. i can hear it. i can taste it. i cannot cope with winter, because i cannot cope with the absence of my elementals. but tonight, in the damp fog, i felt my power rising again. i see the fire in the fireplace and it is alive. i feel my eyes adjusting to the night, knowing there is both fear and love in the darkness, and knowing i can choose to battle or balance. my senses are stirring.

i am kathleen marie flaherty. and that is enough.