a practice
The intellect thinks. The heart feels.
It sounds like a mere truism.
The moment I read this seeming truism, it suddenly occurs to me that thinking happens all the time and feeling happens all the time. And they are distinguishable, only I never really made a point of doing so. Intellect is so very swift in labeling whatever heart feels, and then you assume the label actually says what you are feeling. Not so. You don't know what you are feeling, intellect shouts it down or overwrites it before you realize what it is that heart truly feels. It happens so fast. It's the craziest thing.
Gosh, intellect is plastering heart with so many bumper stickers. You read and read and there's no end to them.
I'm sorry, heart. I'm not going to allow this any longer. I know now that I can challenge the conclusions that intellect is coming to so unbelievably fast. I know that if I callenge those labels they become transparent, revealing what they tried to cover up. I'll even make this a practice. You know I'm not fond of practice of any kind...
Is intellect saying what I'm saying here? Is heart? A third party? We'll find out.


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