I live my life through the words I write
I don’t need to ask for permission
to try something new,
to experiment,
to try surfing a new wave
despite never stepping on a surfboard.
What am I here for in this life
if not to change, to flow,
to find myself over and over again
as she evolves from minute to minute.
I will follow her everywhere.
This last attempt will go as planned
but this time, according to my schedule.
My body says she’s ready,
and I believe her.
I trust her.
I know she’s looking out for me.
May the weeks unfold ahead
as they are meant.
With my whole body,
I trust.
May we envision our lives
as traveling along a winding road,
a road that stretches straight for a while,
then spirals back around and sideways,
revisiting places already passed through
with new eyes.
We come back, time and again
to cities we believed had been conquered
and left desolate
to see them flourishing with new life.
They look different now,
as do we feel.
With each footstep connecting us to the Earth,
may we trust the path unraveling before us.
Though we may not agree, or understand,
we can surrender.
Call upon our experience to guide us
through the new, and familiar,
we encounter.
If we can accept
the limited control we have
over the plan, over our futures,
perhaps we can find some peace in the surrender.
But first, we must surrender.
Sometimes all we can do
is breathe,
find stillness,
and accept the truth of what is.
For now,
let that be enough.
Open your heart.
Receive guidance from unexpected sources
without searching.
Believe in magic.
It surrounds you.
Surrender your learned need to feel in control
so you can receive the magical messages
meant for you.
You can trust yourself.
Surrender mind to body.
Dive in, and let go.
When you start shifting your attention
to water the flowers you want to bloom,
things change
within you, and around you.
Shifts bring change.
They allow us to see, envision,
a world different from what we lived before.
Change can feel uncomfortable
and in discomfort
we seek to find comfort,
maybe back in the place we came from.
Running backwards is not the answer
we need,
or actually want.
What if
the new world you see before you
is where you’re meant to be?
Listen,
as it releases a deep exhale,
rustling a gentle breeze across your skin,
extending its arms to welcome you
here.
This world, this new world,
has been waiting for you.
Dawning Words 