She Said Four Colors Before She Died

Three years before she passed, my mom kept repeating the same four colors:
red, white, blue, black.

At the time, I didn’t understand why those words stayed so close to the surface for her. They stayed with me too. Quietly. Patiently. Like something waiting to take shape.

Then, years later, this symbol came to me.

I call it the Warded Heart.

It’s simple, almost like a rune. A heart, but not soft or exposed—held, contained, protected. There’s an eye within it, not watching the world, but watching over the self. A reminder that not everything gets access to your inner space.

And those lines above and below?
They feel like a promise.

The top line—protection from what comes down on you.
The bottom line—grounding, stability, something that holds you steady when life shifts underneath.

Together, it creates a boundary. Not a wall to shut the world out, but a sanctuary where your spirit can exist safely.

And then there are her colors…

Red for strength and life.
Blue for peace and truth.
Black for protection and absorbing what doesn’t belong.
White for clarity and new beginnings.

I don’t know if she meant to leave me with this.
But it feels like she did.

Like this symbol… this meaning… was always forming between us.

A reminder that even in loss, something sacred can still be built, protected, and carried forward.

Thank you for reading.

Much Love and Always Hugs
Trie 🖤

I’ve made this design “Warded Heart” available on merchandise in my shop for anyone who resonates with it.