It’s 2am. The phone screen lights up your face as you lie scrolling in bed. Has it been 2 hours? 3? You know you’ll pay for this tomorrow and you only have a few hours until you have to be up for work. But you keep going, still feeling unsatisfied. It’s been a bad day…
Hello Resistant Part
I have a Resistant Part of myself. When I meditate on it, this part seems as if it’s as old as dirt…that it has been with me most of my life protecting me from experiencing stories that my brain has deemed unsafe in the past…
Weight. On my soul, my eyes, on my body. So much weight. It feels hard to move. Stuck in the muck of life. Rooted in the ‘not enough part’. Not enough, so must consume and consume and consume, everything. Too much, too many, too, too, too. Heavy. Is it loving to write these words? To…
