“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
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.
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.