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Something happened to me Tuesday-past in the form of words that were spoken which cracked my heart wide open. At the opposite end of *that* is a realization of not wanting to abandon hope. Yet, “abandon hope” tells me that holding on to hope may rob me of the present moment. 

I’m just trying to get through everything that is presenting itself to me because it all requires processing. Processing, and healing. 

Those who know me well fully know where I go for healing. Yup, you got it: Coyote Hill. It’s the one place I can totally empty out words stuck in my head and allow Nature to do some kintsukuroi to repair the crack in my heart. 

Oh, and this: tomorrow is the Vernal Equinox. It totally feels like Spring in these parts of the hinterland but we’ve been surprised many times in the past with cold and deep snows. 

Here’s hoping, though…

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