Recently, I was asked what mindfulness means to me, and I said "nonresistance," and that is it.
Mindfulness is good, true and of God, no doubt. But I know me...I think "mindfulness" and I hear angels singing and wings flapping and I'm flying with those angels.
Nonresistance is just as good, true and of God, but it's got a truck driver's edge to it. There's no mistaking nonresistance for letting the thoughts meander while we are mindful of life and love and love and life. No...nonresistance is Now. Welcome right now.
Welcoming takes the stinger out, changes our mind, lifts our mood. Nonresistance is God in the idle thought.
That is especially helpful if I am feeling less than delighted to be right here right now...it cracks the ego's rigid hold on I-want which always masquerades as I-need.
The thought flashed as I was drifting off to sleep last night that since old age really is a hard slog, why not try meeting it with nonresistance? Every unexpected doubt, every forgotten name or old back pain...acknowledge each with a grin and say thank you.
As we awaken each morning, why not recommit to resist not? Ask God what he has in mind for our service work today...then listen.
Thank you.
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