Once the heart came in the mail, I began to see hearts everywhere. I don’t like hearts in art, in jewelry in clothing. They are too predictable, too twee, too common and too ick. Which means, of course, I need to pay attention.
Seems to have a scuff mark on it. I like that.
They are too predictable, too twee, too common and too ick. Which means, of course, I need to pay attention.
An aversion like that means I have some sort of attachment or rough spot that needs a closer look for understanding.
On my morning walk there was a white rock on the sidewalk. So white I thought it was a piece of broken china. Nope. A very white quartz . . .heart. In the middle of the sidewalk. Edgy, rough and pointy. Wonder what that meant.
When I got home for breakfast, there was a strawberry heart. Odd I even noticed it. But that’s what happens when you are avoiding something–you see it all over.
Some people see the Virgin in a tortilla. I see a heart in my breakfast.
Just to make sure, I checked my jewelry box. Except for one small accidental heart, it’s heart-free.
Perhaps I have to give the heart thing another thought. See what shows up.
–Quinn McDonald is the author of Raw Art Journaling, Making Meaning, Making Art.
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