Does it know?
I carry this little heart with me. It’s been as far as the pacific shore, and all around Ontario. I like seeing it “in the wild” and taking pictures of its travels.
What if you had a little broken heart you can hold in your hand, as a stand-in for the one you have mending inside your chest? Mine is made of sculpey clay and painted blue. If you made one for yourself, what colour would you want it to be?
If you had a little broken heart of your own, you could do what I do. Carry it with you. Place it in the world. Witness your broken heart as it braves the weather, basks in the light and persists through these days of healing.
Give it some attention. Be your own witness.
Here is my broken heart on a sunny window ledge. Here is my broken heart in a golden bed of leaves. Here is my broken heart bright of the snow. Here is my broken heart in a cozy coffee shop.
When you allow your broken heart to belong, it stops being a barrier. When you allow your broken heart a place in the world, it will stop fighting for one.
And when you allow it to be something beautiful, it will be.