Hearts Find Me Everywhere!

Of all the things I’ve collected over the years, hearts have never been one of them. I have always found red to be a jarring colour, and had relegated heart shapes to the territory of Valentine’s cards and inexpensive chocolate boxes. Never a motif I used in any kind of artwork, it was clear hearts were not for me.
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The Universe has decided to correct me on that! Wherever I go now, hearts find me, in spite of myself.

I came across my first heart rock in England a few years ago. I was visiting a cousin I had not seen since we were both children many decades in the past. In spite of the years and the geographical distance between us, I found myself completely at home with my cousin Michael. He was, quite simply, family, and I responded instinctively to that connection. He walked me down to the beach near his house and the first thing I came across was a tiny heart-shaped rock in the sand, just waiting for me to pick it up. Needless to say, it remains a favourite souvenir from that holiday.
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From then on, hearts began to find me regularly.

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A ripped leaf flattened onto a wall by pelting rain…
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A drawing in the sand, perhaps the work of a lovelorn teen…

A heart-shaped shell nestled into place, as if put there for ornamentation…






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And this past weekend, a busy holiday for us here in British Columbia, I walked on a beach filled with hundreds of people along the length of it, and this beauty appeared at my feet...a perfect speckled heart, unnoticed or ignored by the many people who must have passed by until I came near. It would seem it was meant to be mine!

Clearly, I must surrender to the wisdom of the Universe!

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Hearts find me everywhere…and then they follow me home.

Apparently, I do collect them, after all!
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