I found my heart more than a month ago. She was hanging on a small tree that stands near the entrance to the Rail Trail. I smiled when I saw the pastel heart, and when I gently plucked her from the tree and read the tag that said “I Need A Home”, I cried because she was mine. She hangs on the wrought iron lamp in my bedroom. She is my heart and now she is home.
My journey for the past several decades has been my “wilderness”, always on the brink of drying up and blowing away. But now, I feel like I have died and discovered the magnificent “other side”, like I have woken from a long and scary dream.
So, some mighty wizard placed a quilted heart in a tree near a trail. You are forever a part of my life. My heart has been found.
