Open, Crocus, Hamilton, Montana

These little flowers keep making me think of the vulnerableness of our hearts.
We want to open our hearts to what will heal & comfort us, encourage & cause us to grow in good ways. But sometimes that comes about by the experience of discomfort, of being disturbed.
Think of how these tender, silken blooms started their ascent to the air - by venturing into the dark beyond the cozy cocoon of their bulb, pushing through who-knew-what-on-earth to access the fresh air, sunlight - and rain, snow, and wind, and invasion of their personal space by people with cameras.