I don’t believe in “allowing” everything that happens in my life, or the lives of the people around me, or the larger life of the world.
When it comes to those things, this poem is an important reminder about the power of what might be called “creative non-resistance.”
by Danna Faulds
There is no controlling life.
Try corralling a lightning bolt,
containing a tornado. Dam a
stream and it will create a new
channel. Resist, and the tide
will sweep you off your feet …
(Excerpted. Read the full poem here.)