the valley

i tend to make everything a little harder than necessary.  i over think things a bit.  i long for the days when i made decisions by heart.  no fear.  no knowledge.  no baggage.  just pure being.  i live in the most amazing town.  it's hard to know that bad things happen.  it's hard to know that unsavory characters exist.  even in my utopia.  but out of dark times, light always comes.

this week i had a surprise etsy order.  i tied up all my happy thoughts and mailed some sweet thank you cards to a lucky girl.  that order made me very thankful for new ideas.  i wrote a note to some friends who helped me with the Hearts for Haiti project.  i sent my words of gratitude out, hoping they grow like seeds in those fresh little hearts.  i am very thankful for three, kind, compassionate, children.  i met with someone who reminded me about my soul.  {the voice inside of me i forget to pay attention to from time to time}.  she reminded me of my roots and how my heart grew up on the withers of a very broke back racehorse.  i'm so thankful for old friends who never let you forget where you came from.   

and that's the truth of it.  i have to remind myself that the dark times come.  especially to those who live with wide open hearts.  and it hurts to have broken dreams and broken hearts.  big hurt.  but sometimes, just sometimes, those cracks let in the most light.  and without the cracks, we would never see all the goodness that abounds.  and there is just so much of that goodness.