My heart is abstract...a dreamer by nature...and my mind...concrete, always existing in the here and now...
When an event forces these two to meet....it's like fire and ice...
My mind tells me all the ways in which planning my life is perfect, even rational sense.....divergently my heart tells me to ache for all the possibilities, ride the wind of chance.
This mashed-up mediation of meditation wears me out.
Somehow, I have to align these two opposing forces...as they both want their OWN proposals towards life.
I have to realize that when the carpet of control gets ripped out from underneath...by circumstances unaware, that my concrete thinking intellect and abstract oriented soul will have to wade through the waters of compromise...together.
Muddling in the middle is never easy, and that's where faith steps in.
That's where FAITH tells my mind that planning, though helpful...doesn't bring about true peace.
That's where FAITH tells my longing heart that dreams can come true, but when they don't....life won't magically lose it's flavor.
I must forget the rationale and reflection that are weights around this existing...this being....
I need the source. I need to focus on FAITH....to set my seat at the Feet of the one that doesn't change like the shifting sand I try to grasp with heart and head.......He and only HE is focus worthy. He and only HE brings peace....
The only way I will face this life with spirit and resilience...is by spending time with the one who knows the perfect place for my heart and mind to converge....that's where the abstract and the concrete meet...that's where losing control is okay...that's where I will be.
Focused at His Feet......
