I saw these birds flying around as a group and it was so...awe inspiring to me? Winter is so rough. I wish things were more gentle because it really should be. The cusp of Spring brings this feeling of desperation, and a teetering between hopeless and hopeful, and I'm so, so ready for the Spring. These birds reminded me it's just right around the corner, that brighter days are ahead and things won't feel so...bleak for long.
This week, I want to be soft with me and listen to what I need and set the tone for the way I want my Spring time to be, at the very least with myself. When it's quiet, and it's just me, alone (as I am right now) I want to feel comfort in knowing everything will be alright. Get out of my head and into my body. Into the present moment.
It'll be brighter soon.


















