I recently made an intentional journey into a canyon to release the old and welcome the new for the change of season into spring. I spent time with jackrabbits, trees, desert, birds, mountains, wind. As they sometimes do, words came along with the journey, so here they are. Juniper Tree Song for Spring Cast off the crumbling shell of curses that have no power, discard the husk of possibilities that died on the vine. Emerge from the ground like a noonish snake onto warm stone.