Slowing down and knowing what is really important is the most important thing I am learning. Along the road on this journey I am constantly dumping stuff along the road, things like– “I should be doing work instead of enjoying myself.” and “People are going to think I am having an on-going senior moment.” Crash, Crash, Crash goes the junk on the highway of my mind’s journey. It feels good to lighten up the load.
As the road trip continues, it becomes apparent that it is the heart who is at the steering wheel. The mind is the passenger doing all the talking. Wondering about life, about spirit, about the difference between how things look to others and how they feel, and what to follow. The heart just keeps driving. Then it starts humming. And then it is full-out singing. The head takes a break just to listen. It is so rare to hear the heart belt out all its colors. The head stops its chatter and its enchantment with itself. It is suffused with the heart’s song of colors, shapes, designs, and how they wind around and fill the head inside and out. In an eyes-to-the-heavens moment, the head is full of amazement.
Amazement for everything on the journey. The colors, the unfolding of shape and design. How can anything be bad? How can it be anything other than life unwinding perfectly? This is the only thought the head thinks. And it is a good ride.