There is a dance that gets played out in the ballroom of me every day.
There is a wager that is slapped down daily in the off-track betting kiosk that is me.
There is a sword tip-into-the-soiled-dirt battle cry that gets carried out by the winds of my inner climate.
Heart on one side, Mind the other.
The odd couple, Felix and Oscar. Tom and Dick Smothers. Caesar and Brutus. Holmes and Moriarty.
Often enough, they are in check. They play nicely. They bow to one another before any sort of friendly spar. They tap out when tired. They wrestle on the soft grass and not on the firm, hard concrete. They tussle with a smile, like siblings in a jumpy castle. Usually.
But there are times when they get cross and wrangle with bravado. There are times when the big guns come out and it’s not about crying Uncle, but about crying, period. Rough and tumble. Sticks and stones. Crushing shots. Rabbit punches. Fists of fury. A two-step beat down waltz.
And at the risk of taking sides, I have to say one thing – Mind is a bully.
Sorry Heart. I know that hurts, as much of you was bred to hurt, in some ways. You hurt for a long time, my pet. I know, because I was there. I felt it in my chest as much as the pain bruised my spirit and battered my soul. I felt it when you felt it. We were in ICU together, it seemed at times. You – broken and spent, but not ever giving up. Ever. That’s your strength, isn’t it? Perseverance. Looking up and never down. Limping and fading, you never see defeat…just a new chance to get up.
Mind, what can I say? You know things, you help me during the day, you make spectacular thoughts and bizarre dreams and you get as excited as a pup seeing a leash and ball and you never seem to rest. You are the watchdog and the lifter of lofty ideals and solver of crosswords and the orator of skill. You please as much as you can.
But the lines gets too deep, Mind, sometimes. Ego emboldens you, it courses through the very fabric and fibre of you and it brings out the darker side. It’s the brass knuckles that finally takes down Heart in the last round. It brutalizes Heart. It terrorizes. It demands and insists. It plays large in the pool of small and light. It takes you outside of you. I don’t recognize you when you’re like that, and yet, that’s part of what was bred for you too, wasn’t it?
My mind has always been in the driver’s seat. Heart the mindful, polite, but beleaguered passenger. Mind always threatened to pull body over and give Heart a thrashing for daring to give directions now and then. Mind told Heart that without Mind, Heart was useless. Mind told Heart that Mind ruled. Sure, Mind let Heart win a few times, to keep the peace. To make nice, but Mind was the alpha. Top canine. Purina® endorsement worthy.
That is how my life was ruled for so very long. Mind taking us on wild road trips. Through scraggly brush and minefield-laden roads. Through ego-laden flights of fancy. Through depression-sodden mud trails. And drinks. Lots and lots of drinks. Drinks to suppress Heart’s wishes. Drinks to drown out Heart’s desires. Drinks to shut Mind from Mind’s own whistling and humming in the dark. Drinks to remind Mind that Mind was in charge. Drinks to numb out both Heart…and Mind.
Mind hated when Heart spoke up. When Heart had enough and wailed on Mind. Mind especially hated Heart when Heart finally found an ally in Something Greater and wrestled drinks out of Mind’s hands. When Heart finally held sway and broke free from the shackles of Mind’s sweet pillow talk and teethy barks.
Mind started to mind his p’s and q’s. Proclamations and questions. Power and Quests.
Heart quenched the thirst of Mind’s ravaging fires through cool waters and quiet contemplation. Heart opened Mind to new experiences. Heart reached out to others who in turn reached out to even more. Heart serenaded Mind into stillness. Mind in turn brought justice to Heart. Mind in turn learned about the things Heart felt deeply about. Mind in turn handed the wheel over during stop overs.
Heart knows what is best for Heart and Mind. Mind knows what is best for Mind only. And Mind doesn’t know that yet. Not sure if Mind will ever understand that. So in the battle of Heart and Mind, Mind may overpower, but Heart eventually rules. Like in Bridge, Heart needs to trump. And during this drink-free Heart ruling era, Mind has been tamed a bit. Peace has nested into my spirit and built a home. A home it never had.
I bring this up because lately these days, Mind has been licking at the edges of Heart’s kingdom. Mind has been talking to ego again and they have a plan, a notion, a sort of Tom Sawyer-eque escapade in Mind. Nothing nefarious or dangerous. Just plans. I don’t even know what they are. Heart has been quiet. Heart has been mourning something I don’t know what, but it’s been in the recesses of it’s space and finding a place to sit. And that has been throwing me off. I am hoping Heart comes back with something. Hoping that Heart opens up to Mind and me and brings us the treasures that it always brings forth. Because as much as Heart was bred to feel hurt, it was also created to nourish and enrich. That’s what it likes to do. And I need it as much as anyone else.
Mind hurts me and others. Heart heals. Mind hurts heart. Heart heals.
See how that works?
The bully is the one who ends up being soothed. The once dominant hand is quieted by the warm energy of Heart. Something Greater has taught Heart to overcome.
And this is about overcoming, isn’t it?
This whole dance we do in our lives, between us and others, between our spirit and those surrounding us, between the two ears…it’s about overcoming with love and peace.
Not an easy lesson. Some days I get the beat down.
And then other days I get up.
I hope to get up soon.
Mind in one place, heart in another.
Wonderful. Brilliant. I enjoyed this so much….and how true!
OMG, you write SO wonderfully. Brilliant post.
Paul
I copied this from a website that cited BB chap 2.
First, a correction: A.A., as an organization/entity, does not, it seems, itself use the phrase “ego deflation at depth” in any of its official literature. That phrase was apparently used by Bill Wilson in a talk he gave before the New York City Medical Society on Alcoholism in 1958 – and he was referring, specifically, to the initial approach to the still-drinking alcoholic.
Here’s the quote itself; Wilson’s talking about an alcoholic patient of Carl Jung’s – a man who had tried for many years to stop drink but had found it impossible.
In substances, Dr. Jung said, “For some time after you came here, I continued to believe that you might be one of those rare cases who could make a recovery. But, I must now frankly admit that I have never seen a single case recover through the psychiatric art where the neurosis is so severe as yours. Medicine has done all that it can for you, and that’s where you stand.
Mr. R.’s depression deepened. He asked: “is there no exception; is this really the end of the line for me?”
“Well,” replied the doctor, “There are some exceptions, a very few. Here and there, once in a while, alcoholics have had what are called vital spiritual experiences. They appear to be in the nature of huge emotional displacements and rearrangements. Ideas, emotions and attitudes which were once the guiding forces of these men are suddenly cast to one side, and a completely new set of conceptions and motives begin to dominate them. In fact, I have been trying to produce some such emotional rearrangement within you. With many types of neurotics, the methods which I employ are successful, but I have never been successful with an alcoholic of your description.”
“But,” protested the patient, “I’m a religious man, and I still have faith.” To this Dr. Jung replied, “Ordinary religious faith isn’t enough. What I’m talking about is a transforming experience, a conversion experience, if you like. I can only recommend that you place yourself in the religious atmosphere of your own choice, that you recognize your personal hopelessness, and that you cast yourself upon whatever God you think there is. The lightening of the transforming experience may then strike you. This you must try- it is your only way out.” So spoke a great and humble physician.
For the AA-to- be, this was a ten-strike. Science had pronounced Mr. R. virtually hopeless. Dr. Jung ‘ s words had struck him at great depth, producing an immense deflation of his ego. Deflation at depth is today a cornerstone principle of AA. There in Dr. Jung’s office it was first employed in our behalf.
Pauly
Emotional sobriety is the trick to staying sober. It takes time.
You are in the middle of the ’emotional displacements and rearrangements’ mode. Keep working at it bro. Gotta surrender to win.
Hang in there
Hey Paul.
I understand that we are two unique individuals that handle a problem that binds us, as it does many, and that all of us afflicted cope in our own, very personal ways. Whatever your way is I know that you find it but I hope you find it before your heart aches in dark recesses for too long.
Much love Paul.
Hi Paul, first, I hope you heart soothes your mind soon, I am praying for you! And I would bet the very act of writing this post has gone a long way towards the healing you need.
This is an intriguing idea that I need to ponder… the mind and the heart battling it out. As one who has always considered herself as running on too much heart and not enough head, it feels contradictory to my beliefs. Yet, I am thinking it is just semantics, because I can totally relate to the push and pull between two opposing forces within myself… that is a very regular struggle (and one that frequently give me content for my own blog!).
Either way, both heart and mind have been enriched by reading this post, and so both thank you, Paul!
I get what you are saying about the brain and the heart. When I was a teenager there was a poem written in Teen magazine by a reader. I wrote and rewrote it, hung it on my mirror and 30 years later I still remember it. “Thoughts and feelings; one is like a boulder on a baby.”
Funny, I haven’t thought of that in years; but I’ve always struggled with this topic.
Fern
Thinking I’d like to nominate you for the sunshine award:-) Thanks for your thoughtful and inspiring posts!
http://tllsci.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/sunshine/
Poet Paul,
Your words continue to mesmerize and enlighten. Another post of yours that I’ll have to bookmark and read frequently. The metaphors, the catharsis–I’m sure all of which were intended to help and guide you–and instead, did provided 100-fold for me. Thank you!
Not knowing your your taste in music (but seeing the nod to two-step!), thought I’d include a very small part of a song by Lady Antebellum,
“Compass”
“So let your heart, sweet heart
Be your compass when you’re lost
And you should follow it wherever it may go
When it’s all said and done
You can walk instead of run
Because no matter what you’ll never be alone (never be alone)”
Having lived in an early childhood/adult world where we were taught to let brain trump heart, it’s comforting to find a community and space in life where the heart is in charge. A much more fulfilling and authentic ‘true north.’
Keep the words coming…
Wow, Paul… I just read your post on your other site and was pretty impressed by the inner psyche approach and discovery but this one, man, you did it again.
In all honesty, I’ve never heard a more pristine and well thought-out way of comparing these two partners and ultimately, final anchors for one another; for reals my friend=)
For so many years, I can’t tell you how much my mind painted a façade for my heart to follow. Mind: “Here, drink this and you will feel this way…. ahhh gotcha!” Heart: “But you promised I would feel loved and romanced and all those tickly and fanciful things we both watch on television together. You tricked me again!”
For so many years, my mind and heart battled but the mind always one. I’ve learned that because it was controlled by one of the scariest demons known to man (yes alcohol) it was hard for my mind to find a straight path. I remember waking up every single morning of my life and telling myself that I wouldn’t drink that day. I wouldn’t go to the liquor store and pick up those 2 or 3 bottles of wine for that night and beyond. But for some reason, there was always something in the back of my mind which physically controlled my ability to not be able to say no. It’s almost as though when I woke up in the morning, it was my heart that was doing the thinking but then as memories and excuses began to manifest during the daytime at work and what not, the mind just ended up wining the waging battle and I would end up at the local wine shop or liquor store by the end of one, two, three punch knock-out.
Take the alcohol away and we take the ugliness and bully out of the equation. Heart wins because in the end, love conquers all. It might not seem this way for many suffering from alcohol and addiction, but that’s what the journey is about. Showing others what we have learned by letting our mind and hearts collide and grow instead of battle and falter.
Beautiful piece, Paul…. enlightening and touching in all of the right places!
What an awesome post Paul. Very creative indeed. And I love the pictures. Where did you find them?
I have always been very ‘heart’. I mean VERY ‘heart’. It’s a good thing I married the man that I did because he is all ‘mind’. Opposites truly do attract. I have learned so much from him, because the heart and feeling can be so deceptive sometimes. When the heart is stronger then the mind, it doesn’t know how to make good, conscious and sane choices. I have learned that I can’t make decisions based on feelings. If I did that, I would no longer be married and who knows what type of deep, dark, dreary depression I would be in right now. We really need a balance between the two. Don’t you think?
Blessings Paul =)
Staci
Wonderful post. I’m so glad our paths have crossed here today. I look forward to reading more of your thoughts. Thanks!
War, what is it good for anyway?
Great post and self-reflection, buddy.
I hope you get up soon too! Actually…I know you will.
If I had written this (which there is no way I could have done it justice like you have here), the roles would have been reversed. My heart is the alpha…it leads…gets me in trouble. It can be a bully and tell the mind to shut up when I KNOW I should listen.
But it has also given me rewards that are too numerous to count because you’re right, at the end of the day it’s the heart’s job to heal and soothe and love.
Great post my friend.
Sherry
This was such an enjoyable read, about something so simple but truly profound and life-changing. (I guess most life-changing things are shocking in their core clarity, huh, even if the mists that swirl around them seem tricky?) I especially enjoyed the artwork – that first image is just beautiful.
Hi Paul just popping over to say a quick hello .. this is indeed another fabulous well thought out and brilliantly crafted post from you. I think you have a real gift and way with words.. which combined with your incredible warmth and generosity makes you a shining star in this blogging world. I so appreciate you. Sending love from New Zealand xxx