A longtime friend of mine once quoted, “In March we march!” Snow and ice are melting and I feel like digging out, breathing in blue skies and tromping forward.
The internal pathway is opening to clearer vistas while leaving heavier sachels of ancient habits discarded by the wayside. If there is a destination, it is Freedom. Based on a quote from Rumi, I recently wrote in my journal: dragging through agonies to the Divine. There the leap of faith.
Tossing these random thoughts out to you as my violet pink geranium has just made it’s spring debut. And reminding me that a heart filled with love can inspire the world.