Surrendering is my everyday practice. Surrendering ego, surrendering expectation, surrendering into a moment which might be wrought with the angst of unknowing, of not knowing. Surrender that I might have said the wrong things to my kids. Surrender that I ate too much sugar. Surrender that I miss loved ones so much it hurts.
I practice surrender for aliveness, and I practice surrender for death. I practice surrender because sometimes it’s the only way I can forgive, or grieve. Or feel joy, abandon, compassion, love, vulnerability and laughter.
Surrender was my word of intention for 2018, and as we approach the Solstice, as I reflect on all that has passed this year, I understand surrender was the only way I could feel soft enough to keep from breaking, to trust enough that everything I need and want will be there. It’s all any of us can ever do to step into our resilience, our true nature, and the unveiling of our life’s gifts and purpose. .
Surrender is a portal, an opening that gives us the space to unfold, get messy, and reassemble into a deeper wisdom. Never alone, always with help, if we can just remember to ask. Surrender if you don’t know what else to do. Surrender because it’s the only thing we can do. Surrender because without it, we cannot be reborn.