Trust Your Resilience
On the Lunar New Year back in January, I was lying on the couch in a semi-altered state after indulging in some gentle daydreaming. The currents of the day called for it, not that any excuses are needed for daydreaming.
Slowly, these three words echoed in my ear:
Trust your resilience.
Yes. Of course, I thought. And tell me more.
It was like stepping under a waterfall of wisdom about resilience - not so much through words but the felt- sense of it: what resilience feels like to me, the authenticity of my subjective communion of it within the context of my life.
How resilience wants to be experienced through me - which will be different in texture and sensation to how it wants to be experienced through you, because your story is different than mine.
I felt resilience like a never-ending piece of red yarn, weaving itself through the peaks, troughs and plateaus of my life, binding them all together. Every now and then, the yarn would fray a little bit because I had closed off my heart and fallen into a hole of bad and wrong, some old fiction that had disguised itself as truth and made its way down through the generations.
But the red yarn of resilience continued on, repairing itself through the times I had kept my heart wide open.
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When I fall apart, I’m braided back together by resilience. When I feel that rich vulnerability of opening up to joy or uncertainty, I can lean into my resilience and jump.
And the more I connect with the unique flavor of my resilience through saying a hearty yes to the inimitable Priestess known as Life, the more I nourish my resilience.
Trust your resilience.
It’s a superpower.