This is what I would say, given the chance.
That the mind and heart are constantly in battle but not in the way of competing warlords. They are yin and yang, and depending on the season of life, one takes a larger, more prominent role.
The mind is fairly straightforward. We sharpen and exercise it in the pursuit of our ambitions, whatever those may be. We can flower it in all sorts of ways too and it becomes most muscular when we need to be critical, decisive, and resolute. The mind is both a fortress and our small claim in this world.
The heart is harder to pin down because ownership doesn’t fully belong to us. We’ve heard it said, “Follow your heart”, but where does it lead? It leads to people, inevitably, and we give up our rights to them.
But there are times when the mind intrudes into matters of the heart. It’s the alpha dog in this relationship and sometimes presumes to instruct the heart on the proper ways of living. It knows one way, which is to be independent, closed-off and self-reliant.
But the mind doesn’t understand the heart, it never will. The heart is a muscle and muscles need to be massaged. And the only way to do that is to invite people in; their hands are needed in ways that the mind will never understand. Without it, the heart becomes hard, calcified to the point where it yields to its more muscular and self-reliant partner. It ceases to be the motor which drives us, inspires us, and instead becomes a proxy for our cold and calculating minds.
What I would say, if given the chance, if you were here, is that I need your hands.
Then I’d say…
Right there, that’s the spot.