I hold my eyes to the ground trying to move them in harmony with the soil and the rocks, and the bits of weeds and stuff

Searching with a wee prayer in my heart:  “If you are there little heart, show yourself to me. Please I beseech you!”

Then I calm my clamoring mind and wait for a heart to appear.

Sometimes it does —like this one last year.

Sometimes there is nothing.

Which is fine.  If I am to find a heart, and the heart is ready to be found.

It will appear.  🙂

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda