It's February. It's cold outside, and spring is still a moon cycle or two away. In winter, I often find myself connecting even more clearly with my soft tenderness, this lush place in my heart. This is a place that exists inside me, even when the natural world is hibernating, dormant and contracted. This is the realm of love and possibility.
These photos remind me of this place inside myself. This place exists in you also. We can meet there, in the place where our hopes and dreams are made, the eternal spring of the heart.
