If you will, please rewind to Friday and accept my addition to this month of L-O-V-E!! I work in this awesome little candy shop, and we had an event last week called Valentine’s Day–you may have heard of it? So I was tied up with chocolates more than normal and then I’m not really sure where the rest of the week went, but I promise you it went to something fantastic. Like PTSA. Oh, and my family. Now I have a week of boy time with the kiddos off from school. We started the week with a hike, and one of my photo goals for our winter walk was to find a naturally occurring heart because I owed my project a photo. I had each of you on my mind! You poor, neglected people.
Since we were with a tour guide, dawdling wasn’t as much of an option as we would have liked. Even so, look what we found! And a bleeding heart at that. This is not because I’m thinking about my pretty pink blossoms that are getting happy underground at the moment or because I want to bring any drama into the love month. But really, who among us has not suffered? When my heart bleeds, I learn to more fully appreciate all of the amazing people and moments that strengthen me and pick me up when I’m punctured.
So it’s not a heart melted in the snow or the perfectly bent branches showing forth their love that I imagined capturing. Nope. It’s a painted trail marker. Or something. But I immediately saw a heart, and that it’s kind of spilling out of itself just worked for me.
Life is beautiful (among my favorite movies…if you haven’t watched it, it’s worth your time) ~ and a life that knows balance is a life that is full beyond measure. To hurt over loss is to have known and loved fully. I think it must be difficult to know how absolutely blessed we are if we have not felt a crumbling at some point.
So be full of love…I wish you enough.