I’m finding pieces of my broken heart strewn all over the
place this week, sometimes in the most unlikely of places. Today I found one
amongst some random gravel under the postbox when I mailed a sympathy card to a
friend who has just lost her Dad. Even though it was dirty and mostly covered
with a rime of frost, it threw a glint of light up to my eye and I stooped down
to pry it from the bit of frozen dirt and dead dandelion in which it was lodged.
The deep ruby red of it even shimmered a bit in the gloom of the January day.
Likely a trick of the light. A chance capturing of the beam of a headlight of a
passing car, maybe. But I like to think it’s more than that. That maybe, just
maybe there is still some fiery spark deep within. Someday, when I’ve gathered
together all the shards I’m ever likely to find maybe this one will spark its
fellows into a conflagration and my heart will throb with love and purpose once
again.
6-minute writing prompt from Deb Norton at www.partwild.com
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