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heart, regents canal

For over a decade, interestingly on emotionally/physically difficult days, I seem to come across things that take the shape of a heart. Or maybe that’s just what I'm wired to see. Want to see. Need to see. The love in all things. Either way, a mutual interchange of connection and existence occurs; I see and feel the love, and the love can only exist if I see (and feel) it. I feel a deep connection and gratitude with in and with out.  As if the world is saying  ‘it’s okay, you’re not alone, you are love and you are loved’. 

You may see a leaf, a puddle on the ground, or discarded rubbish. It doesn't matter. Both of our perceived experiences are valid, the ideal is understand all this and to give space for both experiences to exist.

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