What's ironic (and not at all surprising) is that pretty much everything I write about speaks specifically to this--this battle between mind and heart, this choosing again and again to return to what really matters. It is so true that we "teach" what we most need to learn. Thankfully, I have this solid, internal well to come back to, thankfully, I can always take deep, cleansing breaths. Thankfully, I can always pray and say thank you, thankfully, I am surrounded by beautiful people/angels who care and hold my hand when the ground starts to tremble beneath me.
So, I'll say the same thing I say over and over and over again (because I really need reminding)....the practice is to keep coming back to this deep, knowing, unchangeable, boundless inner place. To keep breathing. To keep returning to that part of myself that I can control, to the part that has the ability to be kind and loving and creative.