If love was a song, I think it would begin with drums and trumpets. Opening bars of quickening hearts, falling into a breathtaking chorus. As the music plays, powerful and free, a steady peace is found – where the lulls and interludes are just as precious as the opening notes.

Will you take me to the secret place, where chaos meets solace, rivers wild run still and yellow fields clothe the ground beneath our feet?

I hope that we can still grow up believing, hope swelling, imagination bursting, that we can be anything at all.

I am the warmth you feel when love wraps her arms around you. The safest embrace and the softest kiss. I am the spark in your mind when the lights come on. Your brightest idea. Your favourite song.

Dive into still open water and swim beneath the trees. Let the cold wake you from your slumber and watch your cares float like leaves. For it’s in these sacred moments you’ll find your zest for living redeemed. And here, in the quiet, you’ll remember rest is everything you need.

When I was a child, I surrendered my tender heart to swell and break. To love and ache. To believe and be ever-amazed. I plan to do the same for the rest of my days. To choose courage over fear, gentleness over judgement and tenderness over hate.

Now, watch the bright flowers bloom in unlikely spaces, while you continue your story on crisp white pages. See the ancient apple trees bear fruit in the fall and hold fast to hope as a new future springs forth.

Sing in the car with your friends. Take the trip. Buy the yellow flowers and share secrets til late. Kiss your loved ones on the forehead and pop open the fizzy champagne. For wouldn't you agree that time is far too precious to store up your joy for a special occasion?

My heart is ready for its next Great Adventure, so i’m taking the leap with reckless abandon. I’ll land on the yellow shores of the Beautiful Unknown, for what good is a heart of reservation, when there’s a big wide world out there, just waiting to be explored?