Learning to Trust Desire as Deep Discernment

Four hours on the road today, just me and my active mind.
It never stops inquiring — always searching for the pattern beneath the story, the meaning behind the moment, the source of it all. My discerning, curious mind has been such a loyal companion. It protects, questions, analyses, and ensures I feel safe and live with integrity.

But I’m seeing now how much power it’s had — how it’s quietly run the show.
The voice that asks: Is this right? Is this in Integrity? Is it wise? How will it be received?

For so long, I’ve let those thoughts dampen the raw desire of my heart,
I can feel how intelligence became my armour — how “sensible” choices protected me from the full range of aliveness that my heart and soul actually craves.

But I’m not that woman anymore.
I know how to hold myself now.
I can be with uncertainty, messiness, even the edge of what feels unsafe — because I trust my own ground. I trust that I can hold whatever comes.

And that means I can open.

The real edge for me now isn’t discernment — it’s letting my heart lead.
Following the quiet pull of desire.
Listening to what feels alive, passionate, joyful — even if it doesn’t make complete sense to the mind.

I’m learning that desire, at its deepest level, isn’t impulsive, reckless or chaotic longing. Desire—when it’s conscious—can be a higher form of discernment.  It’s a form of inner knowing; a compass that points toward what’s most aligned with our growth and aliveness.

When desire arises from presence rather than grasping, it’s actually the voice of discernment expressed through the body. It’s truth, felt rather than reasoned.
In fact, sometimes it takes more discernment to trust a true desire… because the mind wants to overrule anything unplanned, unknown, or not yet rational.

I’m realising that discernment and integrity are already woven into who I am. I don’t need to apply them as rules; they’re the soil I grow from. Which means I can follow my heart without fear of losing myself.

And when I tune in, I feel the strong pulse of yes — the pull to open again, to experience what wants to unfold, to trust the mystery.

It’s not about outcome or expectation. It’s about the experience itself — to learn, to grow, to taste something I haven’t known before.

I can hold myself through all of it — the pleasure, the fear, the beauty, the heart ache. I can say yes to the full spectrum.

That’s the lesson I keep hearing:
The earth in me is not here to smother the fire, but to hold it.
To give it ground, not rules.

And so I return to the call of my wild heart.
Less sensible. Less serious.
More open, courageous, and alive.

Strong back, Soft front, WILD HEART!

✨ Where might your mind be dampening the deeper desires or impulses of your heart?
✨ What would it look like to trust what feels joyful, alive, or even a little wild — just for today?