His mind was spinning with all the things he had learned.

As he did so, his mind was spinning with possibilities.

Her mind spun with images she had no wish to remember.

Her head spun with the horror of what the men had done.

His head spun with questions and he hurried toward the field.

His brain spun with the thousand questions he had to ask.

Suddenly, he spun back toward me with a vicious fire in his eyes.

She spun in his direction, with a look of surprise on her face.

My mind began spinning with the possible significance of that.

This was far more than he could ever have imagined, but already his mind spun with a way to play it.