Tuesday, April 20, 2010
What Mended Her Heart - Karen Oliver
Mending is her grandmother sitting on the porch, rocking, embroidery in hand. There is a slight breeze, solitude with friends coming in and out. She is humming a soft, repetitive tune. Now she needs time just to sit and slowly feel herself again. Solitude to contemplate, rocking on the porch. Healing needs people to talk to but not too many. Sounds fills the gaps in the soul, sorting out the unsortable somehow. She doesn’t know how she mended her heart. Maybe she didn’t do it. She just gave herself some open space and let it happen.