Tiny pieces of my heart

I’m learning . Every new day holds some treasure. Sometimes the treasure is huge and impactful, and sometimes it’s as small as a mustard seed. Today I walked. And I talked, well , actually I listened. I took deep breaths in, and let my gaze drift to the river flowing beside me. Today’s treasure looked small, but it was huge. Realization.
Realize: to become aware of.
Today I watched a friend realize tiny pieces of her heart. She became aware of bits and pieces and shards, and edges. All parts that make a whole. It was beauty unveiled, and it pointed me so clearly to my own heart, and all of its tiny pieces.

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