For the last few years it has been as if I cannot be moved. The more I recognize changes needing to be made in my life, the more I have stood my ground. I think sometimes resistance to change is because we aren’t ready and somewhere internally we are aware of this. I think MOST times resistance comes because we are scared of change. I know that I have been scared.
While I am decidedly less scared these days, I’m still in transition out of resistance. This morning, however, I received a little sign from the universe/god/buddha/elvis. I’ve been trying to meditate every morning. I’m new at it and trying to figure out my own way of doing it. But I have an awesome little spot for it (more on that in another post) and it's been a nice way to start my day.
So this morning I was thinking about "resistance" during this little medi-moment and suddenly my eyes popped open and (I thought) I lost my meditation flow. At the same moment I caught sight out my window of a woman and her dog in the midst of a tug-of-war. They were in a face-ff, each wanting to go in a different direction. For a moment they each stood their ground and pulled against one another – in complete resistance of the other. Then the woman stopped pulling. She took a moment and then stepped behind her dog and gave him a push in the direction she wanted to go. He wagged his tail and trotted along with her.
Aha, I thought, sometimes you just need a little push.
