Today has been intense, long and it's getting hot out there (literally). I found myself in resistance parts of the day. And there is some resistance in writing this blogpost, since it's late and I'm tired. Experiencing resistance is the case for most of us. There won't be even a day that goes entirely as we want. And yet, sometimes just by acknowledging what we are resisting, naming it either out loud to a witness, or in writing, the contraction stops. I'm no longer a prisoner of my own making. Instead, I can name what is here. Sticky heat. Jubilant - and loud - birdsong. Breath through my nostrils. Loosening of my jaw. Lips starting to fill out by presence. Feeling busy thinking of tomorrow. Another email to respond to. A new contraction. Another breath. Sensing presence in my fingers on the keyboard. Stillness surging. Nothing to do in this very moment. Belly rising and falling. A sense of ease and wellbeing is emerging. Life is coming to a still point. I'm filling out the contours of my body. Feeling gratitude and lightness. All is well. The heaviness is gone. Awakeness and a slow sensual joy are co-arising.