Where does my mind go when I set it free?

Mostly, I think, to my childhood.
It circles back, wanting to revisit old memories, seeking familiar traces, known paths.

My mind also enjoys wandering aimlessly. It likes to look at trees, at flowers.
It loves every shade of green. It doesn't think, it gets lost in the greens.
It loves mountains, grasses, insects. It loves flowers, especially the fragrant ones.
My mind loves watching water, finding meaning in the shadows it casts.

My mind likes to surprise me. When I leave it unguarded, it comes bearing the most beautiful ideas. It conspires with my heart to delight me with unexpected gifts.

My mind, my beautiful mind, always finds a way. Even in the hardest times, it finds a path, a spark of beauty, a purpose. My mind is my compass. And my heart?
My heart is the real power, the place where decisions are made. When my heart joins my mind, when they unite, that’s when the path feels just right.

Sometimes I have to slow my mind down, just to catch up with it. Sometimes it races ahead so fast neither my body nor my soul knows where we’re going. We get dragged along.
Ah, that mind, it works so quickly. It loves to produce, to be busy.
But if my soul can’t keep up, it becomes painful. That’s when the mind must pause.
Let it pause, so we can reunite.

My mind always has a plan for me, even ones I don’t know yet.

If what they call mindfulness means filling the mind, then I must be somewhere else entirely.
Mine is more of a mind emptying path. Let the mind stop, so I can catch up.
So I can enjoy the blue, the green, the trickling waters, the birdsong.
So I can savor the beauty my mind can't grasp, the dreams, the hopes.

My mind loves the familiar.
My soul craves the new.
My mind tries to protect me.
My soul is adventurous.
My mind is distant. My soul is warm.
My mind is orderly. My soul gets lost.
My mind makes plans.
My soul is a beautiful mess.

🌙"To sit with memory is to open a door to the heart. Not for answers, but for presence."
— Heart Notes 🌿