Fragmented pieces of our lived in hearts, the ones that fell away as they moved through life with us. Our fragile protectors, the remnants of time and of our past broken hearts. They flow around us, drawing us through space and time to find their matching pieces. When they meet, they touch. They dance into one another, into each one’s nooks and crannies, folding into one another’s cracks. They move and mold so that they coalesce. and when the pieces return home, they return changed. Fuller, stronger, braver. Perhaps for just a moment, or perhaps for a lifetime. Perhaps found once, or a million times over.
Our lived in hearts, our broken hearts, our changed hearts; follow them. Find one another.
