As I reflect on 2020, a few words come to mind – upheaval, uncertainty, adaptability. None stand out in describing this year as much as the word fragility.
My walk this morning closely resembled my emotional and mental landscape at present – somewhat mucky and muddy, a bit slippery, drizzly, overcast and minus a lot of the usual things that bring me joy.
The word resistance kept appearing in front of me. It was mid-November. I saw it phrased as a question, “What are you resisting?” It appeared as a suggestion, “receive without resistance.” I contemplated what on earth it could mean. I dug deep to unearth what I was resisting or what I was supposed to receive without resistance. I came up empty.