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This is kind of a loaded question depending on where you are in life.  I just recently turned 50 and I am learning about relationship on a much deeper level than I ever have before.  It seems to me that we, as human beings, are a lot more codependent in relationship  than we realize.  I have come to this conclusion with the recent passing of my father.
There was a lot of tension in my life where my father was concerned.  Now that he is gone,  it is not there anymore.  I realize that most of my relationships exist in this tension of unresolved whatever.  It depends on the relationship. 
It is freeing and paralyzing to realize that love is not tension or polarity.  For me it is becoming how I can show up for myself and then relate to another.   So if I am fully accepting and loving and honoring myself and my journey, then I can be with another at a level of true listening and allowing.  I can listen without agenda and I can allow myself to be loved as I wish to love another.
This is a clean slate and I look forward to feeling more at home in this new place of relationship.

I have been working through the process of grieving my father's death.  I guess working isn't really the right word.  I have been swept up in this process and I am a willing participant.  My relationship with my father has been the most challenging relationship I have had in my life.  I really did work to have a relationship with him.  I had a lot of anger and sadness toward him for the experiences we had together for most of my life. 
I really didn't want to live my life through those experiences, but to set myself free to forgive him and have some sort of relationship with him.
I was successful in that effort for a couple of years toward the end of his life and that was really rewarding for me on so many levels.  No matter what happened in our lives, no matter how much I didn't like him a lot of times, I did love him.
It is a very strange experience when a parent dies.  From where I sit, it feels like there was something anchoring me that isn't there anymore.  There was entanglement that is gone.  It is a feeling like no other I have experienced so far.  It is different moment to moment and day to day.  It will be there as long as it is there, maybe always.
Grief is a deep river or at least that's what it feels like to me.  It has the power to excavate me from the trenches of my own guilt and fear.  It is giving me the opportunity to be swept clean of anything that is not love.  It is enabling me to be with others who are grieving.  It is a gift of freedom.  It is a tribute to living my life as a universal source of love and light.  It is grace.  I am humbled.

I walk in peace. I can feel this huge expansive circle that keeps growing around me that is inclusive to others. In it is held the loving power of Universal energy, the light and the love that we came from. It is like a giant soft hug that is tempered perfectly for all those who encounter it.
I walk in peace with every step I take. There is a gentle ripple that moves from my center out and allows me to receive that frequency back from every living thing in the Universe, in the cosmos. It is truly awesome. The feeling is indescribable.
I walk in peace by facing every challenge that makes me want to shut down in the presence of another and finding what in me needs to heal so that I may be a healing presence in all circumstances.
I walk in peace with Mother Earth, in gratitude for all her gifts, for always being loving, for always bringing balance. I humbly walk in peace with her for all the bounty she exudes, for how she is always embracing, clear in her actions and motivation, and for her healing.
I walk in peace with the elements; air, earth, water, metal, fire, ether. I employ balance through the elements so that I may give and receive more balance within and radiate it out.
I walk in peace with all souls because it is too painful to do otherwise and because I am a peaceful warrior.

When I was a little girl, my Mom used to read to us.  All of us, my Mom, sister, and I, loved Winnie the Pooh stories.  Mom was great at reading stories because she made the stories come to life by doing the different voices of the characters.  One of my favorite stories was the Heffalump story.  If you are a Winnie the Pooh fan then I am sure you remember it too.  Piglet and Pooh were out in the woods together and they suddenly became convinced that they were being followed by a Heffalump.  So they created a trap for the Heffalump, which they of course fell into.  In the end they realized that the footsteps they attributed to the Heffalump were actually their own. 
I think this story speaks loudly to our fears.  We are often afraid of the unknown and we make up great stories about the unknown.  We spend a lot of time being captivated by this fear when really it doesn't even exist.
I want to remind us all that our energy can be used for greater things.  If we look in the mirror we will often find that the fear is simply a way to keep us from fully showing up for our lives and living our potential.  Look in the mirror and realize there is nothing to be scared of, nothing you can't face, nothing you can't love into existence.  And then give yourself a big Winnie the Pooh hug!

If we look at resistance from the standpoint of pure energy, it is a holding or fighting off of something we fear usually.  We know that fear is False Evidence Appearing Real.  However, when we experience its intensity we can forget that in the moment.
I have worked with my own resistance for a long time.  It is indeed an "old friend" that I recognize.  It was a long battle for me in the beginning trying to convince myself to relax and let go.  There were layers upon layers.  I used to judge my success as a human being on whether I was fully able to let go.  When I wasn't able to let go, I thought there was "something wrong with me" or that I was doing something "wrong."
The only true way to peace is to accept what is in front of us, no matter what it is.  We are always and only learning to bring parts of ourselves home and connect with our heart on a deeper level so that we may be co-creators with our inner selves or essence.
The pain represents those places in which we are preventing ourselves from what we have asked for in our lives.  We believe we are separate from that which we are.
When we actively seek to bring that same force or energy of resistance with practices that make us feel what we are longing for, we start to build a bridge to that deep peaceful place within.

We all experience places of resistance along the path to more peace and love in our lives.  We all experience the loud fear or defensiveness when challenged with moving toward our inner heart. 
What if, instead of putting on the brakes, we open the door and greet it with a heart full of gratitude?
What if we welcome and truly cherish the time we spend with this particular challenge as a bittersweet reckoning of the past, with an opening toward more freedom in the future or space for what is waiting to come in for us?
What if we accept and embrace that this is a message that we have been asking for, a sign, a piece of us returning home, and experience this challenge with joy - even if we are sad or mad or confused . . . ?
What if we remember that we are living in a time when we are truly divining and designing a beautiful new life for ourselves?  The recipe is being prepared moment by magical moment by the glorious life force that is you and the Universe.   Let's enjoy our becoming.

I recently read this fantastic book about sound balancing called "Tuning the Human Biofield" by Eileen Day McKusick.  One of the reasons I love this book is because it's all about sound healing and has a fantastic history of the field of sound and all of its many contributors over time.
However, this little nugget about 144 sides to truth was an unexpected gem inside this book that I simply cannot stop talking about.  I have yet to research the man, Dr. Johan Boswinkel of the Netherlands, who has said what is so fantastic and freeing to me.  Apparently this information is in a video on biophoton therapy on YouTube if you are so intrigued.
Anyway . . . when I read those words, "144 sides to truth," I felt this sudden relaxation come over me.  What a relief to know that I don't need to know "the truth."  I am quite adept at feeling for myself what feels true.  But my truth is, of course, not everyone's.  In thinking about this number, 144, it feels radically different than trying to figure out if "my" truth or someone else's truth is "right," (which is a ridiculous notion," right.")
It feels so freeing and open-hearted to know and believe that everyone's truth is part of "my" truth.  It allows me a different perspective in which to take in new information.  I really like that!