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 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
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