I see hearts….everywhere…
Sometimes I can’t tell if I see the hearts because I’m so full of love or I am desperate to feel a certain kind of love. Sometimes I wonder if they are about love at all. Maybe they are signs to keep going on my path, I’m headed in the right direction. Or maybe they appear as I’m pondering ideas and it signifies I should explore these thoughts further. Maybe it means do it for the joy it could bring. Maybe it means I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Are the hearts really there or am I taking stones and other random objects and making them into hearts in my mind’s eye? They must be real, other people can see them too…but why are they jumping out at me?
What do they mean? Am I broken, am I abundant? Is love lost, do I want love back? Do I need to share more love? Or is it just here, glowing warm and steady, waiting for the right time to ignite, whole and healthy? Love is there for the taking and the sharing. Is it a reminder to not get bogged down in the ugly that surrounds us sometimes? Do they appear to jolt me away from feelings of anger, dislike or judgement? Or is it about love at all? Of course it is about love. Everything we do is about love, or at the very least it should be! So perhaps these are reminders that I am love.
24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, 60 seconds in a minute…fleeting moments shadowed in doubt and uncertainty….surrounded by joy and light. I am loved. And no one or nothing can take that away from me.