Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.
—Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brookyln
"And then my heart with pleasure fills and dances with the daffodils.” (Taken with Instagram at Matt’s Place)
You’ve gone so gray in the time you’ve been away.
Running my fingers through the salt and pepper strands all those years ago, I could see you as an old man; I just never thought you’d get there so soon before me.
But I always knew you’d get there without me.
I hope tonight helped you understand all the reasons why.
Being an “old man” hasn’t necessarily made you wise.
It is extraordinary how fast the earth rebuilds itself after a harsh winter. in just the first few days of spring sprouts poke their heads up through the snow-wet soil.
It is extraordinary how fast we rebuild ourselves after we feel the most lost/empty/hurt. In just a few days/months/moons we begin to once again lift our chins towards the sky.
Burst & bloom.