The Hole in the Heart
The hole in your heart.
So dark, so heavy
You touch the emotive edges and yes,
you are certain they will not heal
Until it is revealed
from the bird’s eye view
the hole in the heart
is nothing but the eye of the storm
the calm pivot point about which the
winds of change begin their rotational swirl.
That is what I thought when I first created this image. It was not planned. Again, pastel pigments spread out upon paper leading to a form, an image, an idea.
Suddenly to me, it looked like hurricane winds from an aerial view. Swirling. Around a heart, yet that heart had a hole in it.
What if, the holes in our hearts are the still points, the places in which the energy of change first begins to rotate.
May we hold the center as the gale forces swirl, trusting in our stillness.