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Heart shapes everywhere...

Written: 29th May 2008 | Last Updated: 29th May 2008

Why do naturally heart-shaped things present themselves to me so regularly? Is it because I seek them out subconsciously, and so manufacture them on beach and bough, in soil and sky? Or do they come my way because I conjure them with some other crafty female energy?

Heart-shaped shells, bark and leaves, froth on the sea, clouds, broken bits of china on the floor, stains on the kitchen bench, puddles by the back door, torn pieces of paper on the wind or in the bin, chips out of cutting boards, abandoned petals, chewing-gum underfoot, coral stalks, even one of our lemons on the tree by the fishpond was shaped so. Even, almost, one of the fish!

I admit to being in love with love, to believing that life's greatest treasure is to love and to be loved; but can such simple devotion translate to a perpetual procession of Nature-hewn hearts?

Some years ago, when I first noticed the phenomenon, I thought it was a sign from my father after his death, that he was OK, that he was somehow still keeping watch over me. But it’s now many years since his passing, and my habit of finding hearts/hearts finding me has not passed. There must be a logical explanation.

So back to my question: am I making these happen? Or more significantly, are they happening to me? And if the latter, is it for a reason, for an education…is it an arrow to something higher? Or merely commonly-occurring cosmic blessings that anybody and everybody can admire?

Suggestions welcome!

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