where my happy is.

its that time of year when my fascination for the natural life, completely takes over.
with so much beauty that swirls around with springtime, my senses are on hyper alert, and i feel a very specific excitement each morning.

this is when
i feel the most connected to who i am,
at the core,
and to what truly sustains me.

this is it.

this is when i dont appear to be listening because i am so distracted by
the fern curls,
the robin songs,
the smell of the lilacs and the apple blossoms,
the feel of grass under my bare feet
those yellow furry chicks,
the bones of trees now covered in green...
the flowers,
the mad crazy storms,
the hope for another sunny day...

this is when i start dreaming of living far away from people and buildings and static and machine noise...
perhaps that old farm we saw yesterday when we were driving through the country....

because i feed so much off of nature in this form, it is like punishment when i cannot access it.
i know winter has its own natural beauty,
but for me,
and this time of year ~

this is where my happy is.