The Masters heart

My how time flies. It’s been almost two years now since I wrote in this blog, but it feels like only yesterday. But what a difference two years makes. 

I feel like a part of me has been asleep. Like the wolf in my soul has been resting, waiting for the call of the moon. The clouds of doubt and despair had hidden her from view, but like the wisps of smoke from a campfire, the clouds have dispersed in the breeze. The falling darkness of the new night reveals her silver light. It’s falling around me. Calling to me in whispers. 

“Wake up...”