Sacred hearts for sale. Cheap but precious here, like the sanctuary candles, because they are rites of passage, each tapped with tiny milagros, or miracles, all over. Each milagro represents something hoped for or needed, an ask, a loss, an acknowledgement or answered prayer. I looked for one with fire, hands, lungs, a boy, a woman, a wing, a pony, and a whale. I found the right heart and brought it back to the bungalow. This morning, my niece, Bay, texted me hearts she’d found, in a fried egg and a block of wood. So I sent her a picture of my sacred heart with all of its tiny miracles, which aren’t tiny at all. And neither is her ability, or anyone’s, to see the milagro in everything.