2/10/2011

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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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xxx