Happy New Year!
I hope you had magical holidays and an inspiring new year!
I wanted to share a poem that was sent to me by my yoga studio, kind of as a fresh beginning for us all. A reminder as so many of us go into a season of rebirth.
Blessings and love to all.
I hope you enjoy!
My Brain and Heart Divorced
~ John Roedel, author
my brain and heart divorced
a decade ago
over who was
to blame about how big of a mess I have become
eventually,
they couldn’t be in the same room with each other
now my head and heart share custody of me
I stay with my brain during the week
and my heart gets me on weekends
they never speak to one another
– instead, they give me the same note to pass to each other every week
and their notes they send to one another always says the same thing:
“This is all your fault’
on Sundays
my heart complains about how my
head has let me down in the past
and on Wednesday my head lists all of the times my heart has screwed things up for me in the future
they blame each other for the
state of my life
there’s been a lotof yelling – and crying
so,
lately, I’ve been spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my unofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of the window in my ribcage
and slide down my spine and collapse on my
gut’s plush leather chair that’s always open for me
~ and just sit sit sit sit until the sun comes up
last evening,
my gut asked me
if was having a hard time being caught between my heart and my head
I nodded
I said didn’t knowIf I could live with either of them anymore
'my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,' I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
‘I just can’t live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,’ I sighed
my gut smiled and said:
‘in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,’
I was confused – the look on my face gave it away
'if you are exhausted about
your heart’s obsession with
the fixed past and your mind’s focus on the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs there is no tomorrow there either
there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your heart and head work their relationship out.’
this morning, while my brain was busy reading tea leaves
and while my heart was staring at old photographs
I packed a little bag and walked to the door of my lungs
before I could even knock…
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me she said
'what took you so long?’
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