Surrender is best when it is gentle. I think. But oftentimes, when my choices haven’t been evident, I found it to BE hard, forced, and put upon me.
I’ve presumed myself a victim of Surrender. Over and over again.
Yet I realise at this particular juncture that I have had it, if NOT wrong, clearly mistaken and bent out of recognisable shape.
Life happens. It has wonders we could never have imagined. It provides challenges we might have never, in our wildest imaginings, thought would BE ours, and we step up to them with all that we have, ultimately meeting them.
Amazing stuff, eh?!
I always assumed I had surrendered to something or someone by giving up my fight or putting down my “weapons” of choice, BE they words, promises, or simply expectations in fine hats. And Now I realise that isn’t how it works at all.
Surrender is gentler than all I’ve presumed and thought it was. It is quiet and it whispers softly. It is always a choice, even when I don’t see the point at which I chose it and when, as well, I canNOT see clearly myself making it.
It is more like acceptance than I would have guessed. It is much more of a choice than I had given it credit for BEing…
I love you, Currie