During meditation this morning we were talking about resistance and acceptance. It played out in the difference between push and pull versus flow. As I sat with these thoughts and attempted to make sense of them, a metaphor occurred. I was envisioning a river flowing swiftly but peacefully, cool and pure. In that river I saw a large rock sticking out of the water. The rock was stationary, jagged, and unmoved by the water that flowed around it. Years of resisting the current had slowly worn away at its surface.
What if the rock released its hold and allowed itself to go with the flow, carried on a journey through the currents, coming into contact with other beings in the flow? Would releasing its hard exterior make it less attractive, less wanted, less valuable?
The rock is stuck.
Not because it can’t move with the flow.
Because it won’t.
The rock is heavy with layers of defense that has built up over the years. Layers that helped it survive. Layers that created a fortress that allowed the rock to be impermeable and weather any storm. Building layers has been the rock’s lifework. And if the rock is not building layers, then what is its purpose? What is its value? The rock had spent its entire life believing the layers were what made it valuable.
I am the rock.
Live as I live it - Lori