You’ve been thinking on surrender.
It’s the surrender of who you were, of what you thought you were.
It’s the surrender of an old unreciprocated love seen across a park.
It’s the surrender of self criticism.
It’s the housekeeping of your heart.
It’s the letting go of all that no longer serves.
It’s the discovery of boundless space.
It’s the curiosity of freedom.
It’s the wonder of being a stranger in a strange land that was once home.
It’s the cautious exploration of realized intuition.
It’s letting a biker, with a rainbow tutu and antlers, lead the way.
It’s savoring the wind ruffling the leaves at sunset.