a friend read my post from yesterday
and i was gently reminded, re-guided to the path
and all the life
that open up for me
when i hand over what is not mine to keep.
i have had many opportunities to practice surrendering
that and those that i love so deeply these past few years.
my dignity on occasions,
my curly haired girl,
the sense of self that comes from our "career",
the list could go on and on,
my fierce garden girl dreams.
what i know is this.
i do not yet surrender quietly.
i tend to fight, to keep going back and picking it up again,
whatever it may be.
i carry it for longer than necessary and i cry out about it,
quite a bit,
in the private spaces of my life.
but i do surrender
in the end
and each time i am needing to face a reality, give up something or someone
it is always lined with such learning and stretching and loving.
what finally arrives is a gentle release,
an often bitter sweet
space and a landing that has,
never been more than i can bear.
this surrender business
is bringing me closer to living a life of constant trust.
trusting in the moment, the journey, the bigger plan,
the new opportunities and gifts and friendships that await me
and this surrender work
is teaching me to not hold on too tightly to that which is not mine to grasp,
that an open hand receives much more than a tightly grasped fist and that
there is beauty in the empty spaces.
i need not rush to fill them.
a sweet comment on my blog last night
allowed me to re frame my sadness of the weekend.
she helped return me to the path of optimism
by simply reminding me that i can still be a
"scatterer of seeds"
how lovely is that image?
that i can and will always do...
-a seed scatterer-
and one who learns to trust the path of surrender.
the ground will not fail me.
nor will the practice.
i will get quieter, more graceful about it i am sure,
as the years continue to pass me by and squeeze me as they will.