butterbeep

internal flower

I feel awake inside. The events of the last few days - the mediaquake of the G20, childbirth, books, my family, the speed at which things are changing but in many ways remaining the same, a sense of hope, the miracle of language, and of course the quickening of spring (my garden is now blooming with daffodils and fat tulips) have flicked a switch and opened my internal flower.

Anything is possible.