I was walking on the beach last week and I found my heart.
There it was lying in the sand.
The waves had pushed it up right in front of my path.
It looked up at me as I practically tripped over it
It was folded in half like a kindergarten Valentine
It was a little closed, a little battered with barnacles on it from a far off journey.
It was a little bit closed and a little bit open.
A little bit protecting itself and a little bit ugly.
It is so strong along the seam.
A little bit open and a lot beautiful.
I brought it home wrapped carefully in my suitcase.
It is my beautiful heart
It sits on my coffee table.
I love my heart for all it has been through and all it will go through.
This totally reminds me about the time I was in Bahamas on a walk along some rocks and I looked down. Nature had etched out a heart shaped crater into a rock. It was sooo cool I took a picture. I must find it!!!! Life’s simplicity – there to remind us to see things that are just right in front of us and to appreciate them for what they are. love this!!!
I love treasures found. Especially when our eyes catch the beauty and appreciates it. I wonder how many people just walked right passed as it waited for you to bring it home…
Nice find, lady!!