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.
Lebkuchen Herzen?
Meine Lieblings….!!!
Ohhhhh, TJ, I was not thinking of Lebkuchen! Oh, now I have to back away from the computer because I am drooling. Lebkuchen Hearts! NOM!
Hi, Quinn ~
Hearts showing up now may, indeed, be a signal to you, and paying attention is likely a wise thing to do.
I love hearts. I collect them, but I don’t have a large collection. I don’t have hearts all over things like clothing, etc., which suits me fine. I do have a heart-shaped paperweight, a heart-shaped bit of driftwood, a little stone heart that I use as a rubbing stone that I can keep in my pocket and rub when I need to relax or calm down. I hope you will keep an eye on the hearts you spot and discover what you’re being told or shown, and if it is appropriate fill us in. Blessings to you!
I will, Motherkitty. This is a good thing to focus on.
I recently saw a heart-shaped smooth stone while walking on the beach at Cape May, New Jersey, and then last night when I was cutting a tomato for our bagel sandwiches, I saw that the tomato slice was a perfect heart-shape. I intended to take a picture of it, but caught up in the whirlwind of the rest of dinner preparations. I expect I’ll be seeing hearts all over for a while now. It hadn’t occurred to me that they might have something to say to me; I will try to listen now.
It’s interesting to see (and listen to) what life says to you. It’s never just accidental.