The thought occurred to me this morning that as long as I find something to resist, I'll never know peace of mind.
I thought that was a blinding flash of the obvious, but I'm not so sure now. I suspect it is my ego Lucy's fine thinking...she tends toward scrupulosity. If it is not one hundred percent right, it is one hundred percent wrong to old Lucy.
Interestingly, I found an old BFO, resisting resistance is a self-determined objective. I remember writing that down but then I promptly forgot it because I wasn't too sure what it meant.
But I think I'm closing in on it...and taking my morning's thought a step further is the key. In this world, we will ever find things to resist. It is in realizing in the midst of our resistance that we can welcome this that lifts our mind higher to a deeper place.
My beloved Gertrude the Witch is, as ever, the trigger here. She's doing it wrong again, and I've been all up in my head, setting her straight.
I finally asked God his opinion and he reminded me that in these situations, being the first to give over is always the better way. (And I said, "Well, shoot.")
The gift, though, is in the fact that I know that is the right answer. But who's kidding whom? Doing it is the gold.
The gift, though, is in the fact that I know that is the right answer. But who's kidding whom? Doing it is the gold.
Thank you.
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