The mind is a rich and insatiable thinker. It has the power of intellect to analyze and process information with incredible accuracy and precision, chronologically recording facts and events for you to access at random as needed. Profoundly articulated with minute details, it houses and grows the story of your existence not unlike the way a mother’s womb gives life to a new born child. Preparing, brewing, creating.
The heart on the other hand is an avid and wise knower. It formulates its premises, decisions and answers not from the wealth of information it gathers, but rather from the ever flowing river of change, ebbing and flowing as it chooses its path forward based solely on what it delights in. It has no need for lists and timetables, it does not draw its worth from goals and achievements. Unashamed, wild and relentlessly, it allows itself the joy of being drawn forward, like a new leaf unfurling under the morning sun, unaware that anything could stop it.
Both the thinker and the knower offer a vast array of gifts for us to behold, yet each becomes more subject to the storms and tribulations that travel across the landscapes of our lives if we are not paying attention to them.
When we forget to mind our thoughts and they are left to their own unruly meanderings, we become anxious, adrift, caught up in the minutiae of daily life, spinning and whirling seeking a peace that seems to evade us at each step.
And, as we get caught up in our busyness and forget to give space for the musings of the heart, life becomes dull and faded, as if we are looking at all we hold dear through a clouded window pane, unable to make out the finer details beyond its borders.
Yet, if we diligently pay attention to our edges, to the moments when our thinker has become exerted and rushed, when our knower feels vacant and unattended, we learn to lovingly place our gaze upon all that is important to us and activate these inherent gifts. It is in this place we have access to the true power that lives within us all, the power of attention to the present moment.
So my love, just as the bee visits the most exquisite flower in the forest, gently caressing its petals as it collects the pollen, so too can we bring sweet nectar to the thinker and the knower of our lives, just by paying attention.
This is the place of miracles.
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