Sometimes when bad things happen it’s hard to understand. So many questions go barreling though ones mind. I’m a feather finder and heart seeking girl. It was a learned behavior. Taught by other feather finders and heart seekers. Once they opened my eyes to it, it’s all I could see.
Recently I have been able to witness a really powerful group of LOVE. Big, beautiful giving, caring hearts. I couldn’t think of anything other than a hand stitched imperfect heart to contribute. I’m not a wizard with a needle, I can barely sew on a button but a heart is all I could imagine as my love deed. No time to waste, the very day I found out I paid a visit to the fabric store after I got off work. I picked out a simple piece of fabric and red thread. I got home and tried to stitch that heart. I unstitched it too because it just wasn’t exactly perfect. I ended with an imperfect heart anyways. Even with trying to make it perfect, it turned out wonky. It reminded me of life and of people so I left it. Then I looked down and the red thread was a heart too, it made me smile.
I keep checking the page to see how much money has been raised, how many pieces of mail have arrived. It’s beautiful. It’s a really good thing.
This morning even I looked down and there was a heart in my coffee. You know that little weird film that can float on top. It was a heart.
It seems since I stitched the heart my eyes have been opened again to those little hearts that leave themselves in my path. Even in the mall last night, motorcycle man spotted a tiny gold heart sticker stuck to the malls floor. I was happy that my motorcycle man is a heart seeker too.