We have a habit.
A strong one.
We listen to the mind first.
Always.
It narrates. It judges. It solves.
It compares. It projects.
It thinks it knows best.
Always.
And it is good at that.
It is sharp, capable, urgent.
But it is short-sighted.
Innocently overprotective.
It is only one tool.
There is another way.
There is another voice.
A deeper, quieter one.
The heart.
Not metaphorically.
Not romantically.
The heart as first brain.
It speaks not in words, but in feeling.
A subtle, patient knowing.
It senses before it thinks.
It holds compassion for what is.
It listens without rushing.
It guides without judgment.
What if, by default, we went here first?
If our decisions, our discernment, our problem-solving
began in the heart
and not the mind?
The mind would still speak.
Its voice would still arise.
But the heart would be the teacher,
the guide,
the still center to which it returns.
Presence.
Listening.
Feeling.
Patience.
Depth.
This is a new habit.
A different rhythm.
A shift of allegiance.
The heart is not silent;
it is just waiting for us to listen.