There was a time when I searched for hearts. Every place I explored, every mountain I climbed, every path I traveled. But I never found any. I believed they were not for me to find. Perhaps I wasn’t ready to see them, so I stopped looking.
And then suddenly they were everywhere I looked. These hearts from nature. Hearts that you find while not looking for them. Hearts that remind you that life is beautiful and wondrous and amazing.
I have come to see these hearts as symbols. Letting me know that the path I am on, is the right path. The right path for me and my heart.
After a long period of healing, mending, and then opening and expanding. My heart is once again whole. And once again…wild.