“Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.“ - Paramahansa Yogananda
My chosen sister Marg was on vacation in Prince Edward Island last week. Walking along the boardwalk in Charlottetown, she came upon a small cloth heart, tagged and suspended from a ribbon. The tag said "I need a home" and then "Report me found" and gave a web address to do just that. Marg took a picture of her new heart and posted it on Facebook.
I was so intrigued by the concept that I went on-line to find out what it was all about. It seems there is a group of people who decided to make small quilted hearts to leave for strangers to find and keep as a way to spread love and kindness. I read some of the posts put up by those who reported hearts as found and was moved by how these simple acts of kindness had lifted their hearts. I knew this was a project I wanted in on.
Sewing is not a skill I've learned in my sixty-one years. I am that woman who takes her clothes to the dry cleaner for repair when a button needs replacing. So it was with a sense of adventure and some trepidation that yesterday I began to make small quilted hearts. As expected, I'm very slow at hand sewing and my stitching skills need improvement, but I was reminded by my sister Nancy, that nothing in art or life is perfect and that stitching with love is more important than stitching with precision. I managed to make three hearts from the fabrics Nancy so generously provided me. They are not works of art but they are works of love and I hope their finders will see that. I'd like to make a few more by the end of the week to scatter on the walking trail at the annual charity walk we support. I trust they will be found but those who need them and will be reported as found so I know where they ended up but in the end it won't matter. I know the intent behind them and sowing a little extra love certainly can't hurt.
