Go ahead, says February. Find my beautiful. And I'm not talking about that salt-weathered barn in the middle of that field. No standing half a mile back.
Get up close. Make something of nothing. kate inglis (shutter sisters)
I love that~
I have those winter weary eyes right now, and it is time to find February's beauty. Where is her heart leading me? Where is it leading you?
What inner stories can we tell through February's hibernation?
Tucked in and thinking with my eyes closed tight (thinking/imagining/percolating ideas),
in this blessed barnyard tonight,