I am home in change
These days – weeks – have been an intense practice of surrendering. Of letting go of all control. Of allowing. Giving in.
Succumbing to the changing rhythms of life,
surrendering to the elements,
standing still, waiting, breathing.
Swallowing tears just to let them resurface,
realizing what cages we build for ourselves,
how small a space we inhabit in our need to control our lives.
Surrendering to life is an endless rooting exercise. It is finding peace within, a pause in between the inhale and exhale. It is movement in stillness, stillness in movement.
It is becoming by unbecoming and in the midst of it all;
the changing tides,
flooding rivers,
ripping thunder,
it is holding my own hand,
knowing I am home.
I am home in change.