Almost Spring

almost spring, almost at that place where the heart wants to pause in the sun and notice little buds. i haven’t posted here in awhile. for many reasons. but mostly because i just didn’t sit down and direct my attention towards it. the heart moves toward where you direct it. the heart wants to open towards something new, something hopeful, something that can’t be named until it is met. something with color. something to hold. something that sings it’s own language. something that can be felt deeply. something that can be shared, experienced. Something bold in it’s raw nest. Something that has wings in it’s throat. Something that when I get dressed for the day, says yes thank you, keep on moving toward me, keep on blooming without a map. Something bold. Something something something. And I may never find this something, but yet I feel my heart moving towards it still.