When Discomfort Knocks...


Just sitting with discomfort, without trying to escape it or numb it in any way, without expectation, without a goal in mind, without seeking anything, including some abstract notion of ‘peace’ or 'comfort'... well, that’s the juicy place, the place of creative transformation.

For many years, I would sit with grief, frustration, anger, fear, pain, loneliness, resting in that bubbling, burning mess for hours, without trying to escape or fix my experience, without a dream, without hope, without time itself … until peace was discovered in the midst of that storm - the unshakeable, non-conceptual, ever-present Being that I am, and have always been. 

Instead of trying to escape discomfort, we let discomfort reveal its deeper secrets. We sit with discomfort and watch all boundaries between ‘me’ and ‘my discomfort’ melt away, until it is no longer ‘me sitting with my discomfort’ at all, and never was - there is only an unspeakable, loving embrace. 

We sit with frustration in the place where it has not yet coagulated into ‘I am frustrated’. We sit with fear prior to the resurrection of the image ‘I am the one who is afraid’. We sit with anger before the birth of our identity as ‘the angry one’. 

We know ourselves as a vast, open space, a boundless and identityless ocean that welcomes all of these waves, these raw, alive sensations and thoughts, as its beloved children, returned home at last, home at last.

Discomfort may just be our greatest guru, knocking on the door.

~ Jeff Foster


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