Resistance

There is resistance this morning. I can feel it. It has rooted itself in that spot right in the middle of my chest — where anxiety and love co-mingle sometimes.

I’m trying to breathe through it. Let go. Be in the moment. Recognize it as thought that serves no purpose.

But still there is resistance.
And worry.
And fear.

And then these beautiful words find their way into my sightline, and I think…

I want to unfold.

Let no place in me hold itself closed,

for where I am closed, I am false…


— Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours

• • •

Photo ©2011, Jen Payne

4 thoughts on “Resistance

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s