A THREE WAY CONVERSATION
Brain: It is intriguing to imagine you have interests in knowing who I am . As well, I hear that you, my dear heart and you, my stomach desire to be heard and understood. I have long known that I am the command center. It is my responsibility to acquire and assimilate knowledge sufficient to complement each of us. It’s key to impart it at the appropriate time.
Heart: Yes, you’re quite the student. Your operations seem complex. Do you ever experience difficulty in processing all this new information? How do you manage all the details? You must experience overload or serious fatigue.
Brain: True, even when I rest, a part of me leaves imprints; they‘re dreams, I suppose. They sometimes show me the vastness of the ocean, the ebb and flow, the high mountain peaks and the glaciers. Those expansive dreams awaken me with enthusiasm and possibility. Other dreams awaken me in an alarmed state with some monstrous fear or heaviness.
Stomach: Your angst has many times gripped my core. I do respect you and your work ethic however, I would like to see you more at ease.
Brain: I understand your concern. You see, I am a multi-faceted organ. I can make a lot of information accessible to your physical body, however it is the heart that will allow wisdom in due time.
Heart: I am not a large organ, yet the one who you may knock on for a better understanding. I am in charge of receiving your feelings, be they positive or negative. For example, recall your jealousy born out of intense desire to outperform a sibling; it drove the competitive, perfectionistic nature in your family to an extreme.
I am open to receiving all your many feelings, good, bad or ugly. It doesn’t matter if it’d be guilt, hatred, loss, fear, disappointment, shame, scorn or pity, I have Love enough to resolve them all.
It may take some time to assimilate all these painful experiences. It’s my part to help us in learning to breathe more freely and fully. There are many parts of my life I have found near impossible. Then I began letting go old hurts, stories and faulty beliefs; I had a lot of unlearning to do. For a while the eyes of my heart were cloudy. Happiness returned when I saw usefulness in my fragmentation. I could see how sometimes the soul longed for some reconciliation. Something shifted in me, and I could start to imagine moving ahead with increased ease.
If you let me in, I‘ll offer you acceptance, compassion, and hope.
Stomach: So here I am in the core of your body, the food processor expected to assist in digestion. I intend to do just that. When you feed me with consciousness, Brain, my nature is contentment. You actually know my sensitivities to certain food groups, right? If we are in collaboration for wellness, please honor my feelings on this subject.
Can we also address the subject of “food for thought”?
Oh, Brain, how busy you are multitasking. Your plate is full of items to discuss before lunch today. And all of your intentions are seemingly pure and noble. It’s just more than I can easily assimilate. Can we conceivably make adjustments?
Heart: I have known you, Brain to be present to those around you and their needs. However, when tensions mount in a time crunch, you may make less favorable choices. I feel the uncomfortable heartburn for several hours thereafter. Yes, it feels like betrayal, even though I don’t believe you wanted me to feel hurt. I believe it’s vital that we speak up and invoke the courage to create hope for all our organs. We are bolder together and we believe in the miracle of US.
Brain: It appears that I’ve been creating undue pressure with my expectations. Please accept my apologies; I wish to convey my messages to you both heart and stomach in a more gentle, loving manner. It is my intent to allow grace with the heartbeat of possibility.