I happened to spy this leaf on the path the other day. I was on my way to somewhere else and had my mind on other things, and could easily have walked right past it. Yet there it was.
And now found.
(And in the shape of a heart because of all those things, not despite them).
On Valentine’s Day, it’s usually the big, shiny, idealized loves that get the spotlight. But that’s just one variety of many. There are all sorts. All worthy of beholding and remembering and appreciating.
Even the ones that feel torn.
Even the ones that feel broken.
Even the ones that are shaped or constrained by loss or death.
For maybe it’s simply the fact that we can love that could be celebrated on Valentine’s Day.
For even if you’ve been hurt or feel a bit broken yourself, maybe just when you’re not particularly looking (like finding this leaf in the picture), you might just stumble upon some love that’s already around you. Maybe it’s not the big shiny bubblegum romantic ideal just yet. But maybe it’s enough. For this moment. A moment of seeing the love that’s here, in whatever guise it takes – from friends or family or even yourself. Even when your heart’s been broken. (Perhaps especially then).
Lost and found love. Maybe that’s something worth celebrating today…
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Last reviewed: 13 Feb 2012