I have discovered that resistance is not my enemy. It has never truly been against me. What I call resistance is a signal, an old trembling that appears when I am standing at the edge of new ground. It comes wrapped in fog, in hesitation, in the old stories that whisper, “not yet, not good enough, not safe.”
But I see it differently now. Resistance is loudest when the crossing is near. It rises not because I am far away, but because I am standing at the threshold. It is the last cry of the old terrain as I lean toward what has always been waiting.
And what is this new ground? It is not distant. It is not foreign. It is the heart. The heart is the new ground — the old homeland, the soil that remembers me. To step into the heart is to come home, to let tenderness and coherence re-establish their quiet reign.
So when resistance appears, I know where I am. I know I am close. I do not need to fight it. I need only to see it, breathe with it, and step through. Each time I cross, I discover again that the new land is already here, pulsing within me: the heart.
Nigel Lott teaandzen.org
 
In the quiet between heartbeats a whisper calls you home, you are not broken you are becoming. These threads of silence and sound are letters from the threshold, offerings from the edge of stillness. Nigel  TEA AND ZEN - MAIN LIBRARY



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