I ventured outside early this morning, knowing exactly what I wanted as my picture of the day. When I sat down to look at what I had captured, it was a natural instinct of mine to count the number of hearts on the branch. Wouldn't you know it, there are ten. The symbolism struck me as I realized that the first on the branch is the largest, fully grown, with what appears to be spreading wings. The second has the same appearance but hasn't quite reached the same wing span as the first. From there, going down, the wings range from nearing blooming stage to clamped shut tight, around the tiniest of buds, in obvious need of time and nurturing from the mother root.
Sometimes I read entirely too much into things, this I know.
And, sometimes, I just see and feel what nobody else can.
Today, it is a Bleeding Heart and all of the meaning it holds inside.
