hearts don't break minds do. these words echo in my mind. i try to make sense if it - as if it were a puzzle that once solved it would give me some sort of satisfaction.
hearts don't break minds do. five simple words. i remember first hearing them at the boston yoga journal conference almost a year ago. i walked into a panel, late, took a seat near the back and just listened. matthew sanford, a man who's name i was not yet familiar with, uttered these words in response to something, which i of course cannot recall now. now when these particular words choose to hang on at the tip of my thoughts. i remember scrawling these words across one of the pages in my notebook when i heard them. finding a morose intrigue with the statement but it seemed important enough to make the attempt to come back to this thought later.
now, almost a year afterward, i am working my way through matthew sanford's book, waking - and i am perplexed as to why these words come to me now, why they won't stop calling to me, interrupting my day-dreaming. hearts don't break minds do. i keep repeating it to myself. i haven't looked at that page in my journal nor really thought about that statement since i wrote it down. i hadn't thought about it, until i started thinking about it.
these five words consume my thoughts for the entirety of my walk home from central square to inman. i let the words knock together in my mind and roll away only to have them spin back to the center of my attention. i speak quietly to myself "hearts don't break mind's do." i can't decide if i find comfort or sadness in the statement. i tuck my chin back into the collar of my coat and try to focus on navigating the icy sidewalks.
a moment later: "hearts don't break minds do" i mouth to myself. five simple words i think to myself and pick up my pace towards home.
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