I've probably posted this one before, but it's a favorite... and today more than ever it seems to fit. If I could fly away right now and sit alone on a green hill (I imagine, in Ireland), I'd be happy. Or at least happily feel whatever it is I am feeling right now... be it not happiness. 

Wait.

Waiting requires a sort of processing- otherwise, we run away. 

Time for me to reposture my heart, yet again.