Ruminating is one of my favorite words. Better than thinking about or considering or mulling it over.
Ruminating reminds me of poetry (Rumi).
There is a certain poetry to contemplating. A certain beauty to found at the end of ruminations. A sense of calm that comes from truly analyzing all sides as you ponder decisions and settling on a path that comes from truly understanding all angles.
I have been in a whirlpool of disequilibrium for months and I am finally at a place I can see the poetry in this journey.
I have ruminated and in the words of Rumi I am now being “silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.” It’s a beautiful feeling.