A detailed view of Angel's heart, my heart. beadwork all handstitched, design is an original ooak by myself.Her-story“Mending a heart is very painful” She warned. Then I heard her say in a soft and comforting voice “And I am here with you, every stitch of the way.” I don’t know her name, but her name isn’t important. What is important is that she came.The Creative Process for “Mending A Heart”I had a mixture of emotions swirling around inside my soul at about the time this one was trying to solidify into being. Hate. Loneliness. Fear. Anger. Unforgivness. Self Loathing & Doubt. I had gone through losing a good friend and family member to death and was becoming aware that mistrust and betrayal was beginning to end my marriage with a long divorce. I hadn’t made anything creative in months but was carrying a sketchbook with me religiously. Drawing faces, faces with images in the minds as if they were carrying memories, and hands. Then one late night out of many sleepless ones, Guardian’s face appeared under the point of my pencil. I cried myself to sleep. It was good.Over the next few days I envisioned a little one, childlike but very old in years and wise in the ways of healing. As I began drawing out the templates for the life-sized heart she is to hold in her detailed little hands, I realized she would have to be large as well. It will be difficult to let this one go. But as I learned lessons from her as she was being made through my hands, I know her story must be shared if she is to mend more hearts. It is through disappointment, betrayal, blame & divorce that this beautiful and surreal reminder came to me. To remind me God never leaves us. That if we allow ourselves to be open our hearts will be healed through any tragedy. Yes there is pain in healing. But we can expect to be brought through the fires and learn to live beautifully.