This morning I aligned hard.
My wife stormed around the kitchen—resenting me for taking my time.
My nervous system wanted to spiral about ICE raids and political bullshit.
Resistance squeezed my throat.
I stayed anyway.
Body scan. Inner smile.
Witness the storm without jumping in.
Here’s what I’m learning:
resistance isn’t the enemy.
It’s the riverbank—the masculine container that lets the flow happen.
Politics, fear, the closed heart across the hall—
they show me what I don’t want
so I know where to turn my focus.
So I smiled at the squeeze,
breathed into the empty space between breaths,
and chose the refuge instead.
The NOW isn’t some woo-woo escape hatch.
It’s a refuge when everything else is burning.
Vibration set.
Not clinging.
Just breathing into what’s next.
What storm are you sitting in today?
What happens if you don’t fix it—
just witness it,
and shift your focus anyway?