Yesterday was a strange but beautiful day. I took my stitched hearts to the Pharmacy of Stories gallery. Funny obstacles seemed to appear to prevent me from getting there, but I was not deterred (I locked myself out of my flat, got soaked to the bone in torrential rain, trains got cancelled and I stood in the biggest pile of vomit I'd ever seen - there is a metaphor for my life in that last one I'm sure, but I haven't worked it out yet). But good things happened too, such as enlightening talks with Tina at the gallery, staying the night at Sorana's (full of good chats and weird dreams), and this morning when we got up the world looked wonderful...
Here is the heart I made. It will be going in a little show about hearts at the gallery:
"My heart sings like a caged bird" is all about how I limit myself through my fear and feel caged in by my hearts sorrows... When making it I decided I was going to take all the broken bits of my wonky heart and stitch them back together piece by piece. Each stitch was to heal my heart and take me closer to who I really am. Each thread was to create a new strength in me. I had certain things in my heart when I started to make it and I determined that these heart pains would be transformed through the act of making, and although the journey wasn't an easy one, my heart has begun to transform.... Beautiful fing life is!
There was also the opportunity to donate a heart (and the story behind the heart) to someone who needs a heart transplant. This is the heart I donated:
I hope to meet the person who gets it. I also have applied for my own heart transplant, so will let you know how that goes...!
If you want to get involved in the "Here is my Heart" show here is the flyer:
Big love and lots of hearts to yoooooou!
hendoku-iyaku is a Nichiren Buddhism term which means "changing poison into medicine". in other words we all have the potential to transform the poisons (or sufferings) in our life into medicine.
everything can create value. all things are opportunity.
Take a fragile paper sorrow and a broken idea. Stitch it kindly into a heart and watch your life transform from poison into medicine… Sometimes life is just too beautiful don’t you think? Suffer what there is to suffer. Enjoy what there is to enjoy… don’t give up half way.