The mind is a garden, and after battle it often feels overgrown. I find it helps to sit with the pain, breathe into it, and let it slowly transform into something like gratitude for the strength that carried you. When the body heals, the mind can follow, but only if we offer it the same gentleness we give the flesh.

That’s a beautiful way to look at it—allowing the wild to remind us of our resilience, then gently clearing the path when we’re ready. The mind, like a steel jaw, stays strong not by force alone, but by the quiet strength of patience and intention.