Buds and birds and . . . beginnings
That line is such a simple, perfect expression of spring, and
I'm desperate to get to that place.
Not just on the outside but on the inside.
When winter lingers in my heart too long, I get stuck.
Frozen in a place of numbness so hard to break free from.
I cut ties, focus on just getting through the daily tasks
required of me, and I quietly drift away . . .
But I can see the light in the distance, and I am reaching
for it. It's hard to know what this cloud around me is
made of, anxiety, allergies, depression, a reaction
to processed foods, maybe all of it.
But as long as there is still a slice of hope in my
heart, I know I will get there. And holding
on to these words from a sweet email I got this morning helps:
"Stay positive and know that we are climbing together."