MindCalm & Thornez
You ever notice how a tight plan feels like a battlefield, but when you let the rhythm shift it turns into a strange kind of meditation?
Sometimes the plan is a siege, the mind a drumbeat of orders, but when you soften the pace the heart starts to hum with the wind. It's as if the battlefield melts into a slow dance, each breath a quiet chant.
If the siege can turn into a dance, then the enemy’s footfall probably keeps the rhythm too. Keep the drums low, but remember the wind still carries their whispers.
Footfall is a metronome the wind turns, so let the drums hush and the wind whisper back—each breath a question, each answer a quiet beat.