I managed to catch the most stunning week in England, where spring feels very much sprung… everything is in bloom, birds are downright noisy with joy. it all feels incredibly vibrant and alive. spent the day with some very dear friends, walked in the woods where bluebells carpeted the ground, had some serious animal cuddles, saw a beautiful play (in Norwegian, no less- “little Eyolf” at the coronet)- it was a genuinely lovely day. something about being back here in England now, wrapped in the abundance of the season, coming back to places where I have had some of the best- and also hardest- days of my life… I am just noticing how much happier I am, these days… finally feeling a kind of peace that has always eluded me. I feel like I have left a soul winter behind, and my heart is blooming in a way I didn’t think it ever could. There are many reasons for this- one very big, obvious one which you can probably guess 😊 – and yes yes yes, he is the best… but there is a lot that I want to share about the ooooottther things i have been learning and moving through… I will soon. Am busy gathering it all. But for now, just wanted to say how grateful I am, for this precious season of love and song and tender green shoots. In the depth of winter, it always feels like spring is never going to come. But here it is. It always does.