What do I collect? What am I drawn to? Why.

I collect hearts.

I collect life moments that feel like magic.
The kind of moments that make me know that there is something divine at work, and I get to be a part of it.

I am drawn to people.
People who live with love.
With courage.
With calm.
People who seem clear in who they are.
People who are generous.

I find myself wondering,
What made you this way?
Where did that come from?
How did you become______________?

I am curious about the invisible things in life.

I am drawn to books about trauma and healing.
Books about the mind, the heart, the soul.
Books that remind me we are not stuck.
That we can thrive with love, joy, play, and connection.
Books that say there is purpose here. Even in the painful moments. Even in suffering.
A divine purpose woven into something bigger than ourselves. And it is loving. Pure love.

I am drawn to trees, mountains, and water.
When I am trail running or hiking in the mountains, it feels like the greatest playground imaginable.
Sacred and wild and beautiful.
The views feel expansive in the same way hope feels expansive.
Out there, I feel pure joy. Alive.

The hearts began years ago.
I started noticing heart shapes in nature and sharing them on social media.
Tony began pointing them out to me too.
Gifted heart rocks. Divine. Purely divine.

I draw hearts in notebooks and on cards. I take notes and hearts flow too.

A journal to write in.
A heart on the cover.
Inside, my best friend wrote about seeing my heart.

At the time, I was pregnant for the first time.
Heartbroken over a man.
Trying to understand myself and my life. Lost.

Being seen, loved as I am, words in that beautiful heart journal-healing.

The more I learn about my mind and emotions, the more I understand being made in the image of God. Creator. My mind is powerful. I didn't know.
Understanding myself, aligned to a truth that comes from a pure source of love, is my path.

Cold plunging.
Calm.
Presence.
Aligning my thinking to truth. A truth that feels bold, good, loving.