The past two years have been quite a journey. It’s been two years of things going systematically sour — my life going in the absolute opposite direction than I wanted it to. Someone told me yesterday: “Things have to go badly to learn surrender, because as long as everything goes well we have nothing to surrender to.” I would like to oppose this notion — yet it seems true, at least for this stretch of my journey. As I learn to surrender, things seem to flow more easily and the tabula rasa of the past years seems no longer needed.
I’ve witnessed many others on this journey. The more I share it, the more I hear: “me too.” Most of us have been taught to face our issues alone — yet the only way out is together. I share in the hope, that if your life is following some similar patterns, you may get some relief. I don’t claim by any means to be an expert in surrender. I do know though, that things I surrender to a lot more easily now, two years ago would have had me shiver. So as the universe continues to build my surrender muscles, I find myself breathing more deeply. The experience of death and disaster waning and my sense of wonder expanding.