05/02/2022
A beautiful poem by poetry, writer John Roedel, a clear reminder of the internal conflicts that can reside within.
A powerful moment sharing raw and honest thoughts and feelings about what is happening in the here and now.
"Your feelings and emotions matter."
John Roedel - When every breath becomes a prayer https://youtu.be/PXMwViRUd-c
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 theysend to one another always says the same thing:
"This is all your fault"
on Sundaysmy heart complainsabout how my head has let me downin the past
and on Wednesdaymy head lists allof the times my heart has screwedthings up for me in the future
they blame eachother 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 gutwho serves as myunofficial therapist
most nights, I sneak out of thewindow in my ribcage
and slide down my spineand collapse on my gut's plush leather chairthat's always open for me
~ and I just sit sit sit situntil the sun comes up
last evening, my gut asked meif I was having a hardtime being caught between my heartand my head
I nodded
I said I didn't knowif I could live with either of them anymore
"my heart is always sad aboutsomething that happened yesterdaywhile my head is always worriedabout something that may happen tomorrow," I lamented
my gut squeezed my hand
"I just can't live withmy mistakes of the pastor 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 aboutyour heart's obsession withthe fixed past and your mind's focuson the uncertain future
your lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungsthere is no tomorrow there either
there is only nowthere is only inhalethere is only exhalethere is only this moment
there is only breath
and in that breathyou can rest while yourheart and head work their relationship out."
this morning,while my brainwas busy readingtea leaves
and while myheart was staringat old photographs
I packed a littlebag and walkedto the door of my lungs
before I could even knockshe opened the doorwith a smile and asa gust of air embraced meshe said
"what took you so long?"
~ John Roedel (johnroedel.com
My heart and brain divorced a decade agoover who wasto blame abouthow big of a messI have becomeeventually,they couldn't be in the same roomwith each other n...