The Heart I Found in Whitby
In the winding streets of Whitby, amidst the sea breeze and small street, I found a heart.
The green colour it is the colour of nature, the life I love as a horticulturist. Green speaks to my soul: the colour of growth, of patience, and quiet strength.
A little label was tied to it, fluttering in the breeze, simply reading: I need a home. Those words touched me deeply. We all need somewhere to belong, just as the flowers I tend find their place in the soil.
It reminded me that small street, like people, wear their scars.
Now, that little green heart has found its home with me, and through it, I have stitched a little more wholeness into my life!
