“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Mushrooben” at Niedlov’s in Chattanooga where “We love to knead. We knead to love.”

Since things come in threes, I figure I’ll have “heart” as a topic again.  The first of these three was my shadow heart post, then a Valentine’s memory post (and Valentine’s is all about hearts, right?), so here’s another heart post.

I took a photo of the sandwich I got last week because I thought it was cool that the sandwich maker put my “mushrooben”  together in the shape of a heart.  Later I realized that seems to be my theme of late, so of course I got a heart-shaped sandwich!

I feel that Gandhi is right (in the quote above).  When in prayer – which for me is pondering, sitting, letting things settle, waiting for my heart to lead – I don’t need words.

I find that intellectualizing puts up another barrier to my seeing the truth.  Moving my energy from my head to my heart is so much wiser.

So in a walk today, I didn’t think.   l let my heart lead.  I ended up on the other side of the park with new sights, a new route, new monuments, a different road.

That made my heart happy.  I think it wants out of this rut.

What better time than early spring to try a new path?  That way I’m accompanied by birdsong and daffodils.  I’m emerging from winter hibernation, which is also necessary.  But now, it’s a new path, and I’m venturing out.

Following my heart.