Facebook can be a dangerously time sucking form of kryptonite (I try to limit myself to 5 minute sessions:) but, more often than not, I find inspiration. This time it was,The IRON nun! She demonstrates extraordinary stamina and resilience. She didn't even start running until she was 48 years old and at 86 is doing Iron Man triathlons. WHAAAA???
This amazing nun got me to thinking about the resistance I'd been experiencing lately. Have you ever wondered why you go through periods where you felt sort of stuck, flummoxed or in a deep rut you can't seem to break free from? This is RESISTANCE and it will keep you from love and creating what you want.
A few summers ago, through the magic of spirit, I became conscious of JUST HOW MUCH RESISTANCE** was in me. It wasn't pretty---you could say I spent a few dark, icky hours investigating the unpleasant sewers of my unconscious..the stuck...sludgy..I don't want to get out of bed...why bother....I'm too busy....ughhh...nap please????...... I feel heavy..this is too hard.....you get the picture.
**Resistance looks different for everyone: grouchiness, NOT creating/writing, headaches, stomach aches, throwing your back out, rage, jealousy, complaining, self medicating, allergies, gossiping, picking fights, drinking/eating too much/too little, sleeping in when you're not tired, and/or hiding under the covers!
This RESISTANT part of me wasn't exactly RULING my world--(I was still heating the spaghettios up on the stove for the kids and all), but some things were really hard... like dealing with ALL of the needs of my family, loving my man fully and figuring out what I was supposed to be doing creatively. It was putting a kink in my FEEL GOOD.
So that semi-awful ceremony was a blessing- why? First, it made me suddenly aware of my RESISTANCE (I sort of knew it was there but suddenly it was very, very clear). Second, it made me realize-- I had a choice. I could continue to resist (and be schlumped in a very ughhh place). OR, I could sit up, breathe, pay attention and treat my life like a precious ceremony---with all the sacredness I could muster.
All of this got me to thinking about what it would look like if I wasn't RESISTING my life ( format inspired by the wonderful poem- she let go.) Here's what bubbled up.
All because she simply dropped all resistance.
I don't even pretend to imagine that I can be HER each and every second of the day but just to have this vision gives me such inspiration. What would it look like in YOUR LIFE if you dropped all resistance?
With love and the courage of 16 honey badgers, Sarah