Hello My Old Heart

Whatever about Easter falling in April, this month to me, is always the one in which the chrysalis on my winter-worn heart is shed. Spring is fully here, and a new year (my birthday falls in April) means new wings eager for flight.

It is like rediscovering your old heart - your oh-so-better beating true self, youthful, vibrant, alive and believing, triumphant free hoping heart! 

Here's to this season of becoming (who you really are/want to be.) And the jubilant joy of it :)

April, Approximately

'Oh look at you now, best I ever seen...'

The sound of April, of spring, of new light, new possibilities, new loves, new feelings, new chapter:

Heart's Content

Funny to think that love has a rule of its own and never dies, goes on living without its hosts. Strange surmise isn't it? But sweet yes. And maybe true.

'We both retreat to opposing sands and the love lives on without us...'