Mindfulness is a Balm

Sometimes there isn’t an easy answer, and sometimes there isn’t an answer at all.

This registered with me after a recent conflict with a loved one. We were both right and wrong—no, actually, we were somewhere beyond that binary where the vast majority of human experience lies. The more I’d mentally dug into my position, the worse I’d felt. It was only when I took the time and made the space to sit with my anger and sadness and discomfort that the storm in my mind died down.

As I felt the feelings, rather than tunneling down that familiar thinking hole, the bitter tension around my heart melted away, and my mind began to clear. What remained was love. There was also sadness, but mostly there was love, and compassion, and freedom, and ease.

Sometimes there are no answers, at least that can be conjured in the mind. But there’s always love.

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