I love mornings and tend to naturally wake early to enjoy the silence and a strong cup of coffee. The morning light is magical in these early hours. Stepping outside delicious earthy scents are tenderly held in the dew. The days are getting warmer, but the nights are still quite cool and slowly consume the emerging life. While walking up to my studio I saw several of these beautiful large bees frozen in time. Yesterday they were dancing gleefully on the breeze entranced by the warm promise of sunshine and taste of spring flowers. Sadly they emerged too soon and lay where the frost stilled their hearts. I can't help but think of the all the times I've wrested with my own desires of wanting something before its time. I play it safe, yielding to the desires and wisdom of others rather than my own. My soul kicks and howls wildly like an animal that refuses to be broken. I have no doubt there is great value in patience and timing. But what of the value of the wild soul that steps outside into the cold in a blaze of glory with pure joy in her heart and on her face? Is one way of living better than another? I don't have that answer, but I can tell you a life without risk will lead to soul death. Balance is my mantra so today I choose to live wild, free, and wise.