Feeling overwhelmed.  Aware of the call, hearing the waters storming down the mountain from the melting snow of frozen dreams.  The rushing scares me.  The swollen raging river feelings are pushing me to speak, to declare, to manifest that calling.

I surrender.  I grip the tenuous float, the tiny raft and reluctantly agree to an exciting adventure–a frightening shift in my life.  The blank rune says: Time to jump empty handed into the unknown.

Like a reluctant sad flute, I am chosen by the Master and She is practicing with me for a concert.  I need only to rest in Her arms and let Her fingers have their Way with me.