Continuing on the thread of the posts from the last two days, I’m still pondering the perspectives of “No Enemy” and “That Which You Resist Persists.”
I’ve also been reflecting on the beautiful word “ease” and thinking about how I want its essence to infuse my life.
If resistance is essentially a frictional “no” then perhaps its antidote is a welcoming “yes.”
Affirmation to the moment at hand.
I used to hike hidden goat trails with friends in remote valleys. The paths were narrow and usually overgrown with flora, especially the invasive lantana plant, full of thick thorns. As we made our way through the underbrush someone developed a mantra “no resistance, no scratches.”
We found that the more we relaxed into walking through the brush without recoiling or fighting the branches, the more we became almost impermeable to getting scratched. It was an energetic, almost like Tai Chi, where we became ‘one’ with our surroundings and moved in easy coherence with our environment.
Saying “yes” to the moment doesn’t necessarily mean a passive existence. I believe we can still shape our moments, like a sailor uses a rudder to steer a boat within the current.
To apply these metaphors to the here-and-now, I’ll tell you that Jeb has now woken from his slumber. He’s hungry and desiring to share with me the record-breaking animals from his Book of World Records. It’s time to prepare his lunch and make my bed. Life calls me away from this writing realm here in the Archives.
I could either cling to the banks or simply go with the forces that are now moving me in new directions.
I know I’ve got my symbolism all overlapped. Brambly bushes on earthen trails and the watery currents of life’s river. I won’t resist, just accept that it’s a makeshift morning with little time for writing refinement. Hopefully, you catch my drift.
I’m thinking ease. I’m envisioning gentle currents with steady steering. I’m feeling scratch-free. I’m saying “yes.”
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