Be crumbled.
So wildflowers will come up where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
Surrender.
—Rumi
Surrender is a word that still swallows hard but I have a greater appreciation for it. I have 
always associated surrendering with giving up, with failure. It was a choice gone wrong. And I seemed to make so many wrong choices
I do not know that my choices are less wrong or more right. Labeling is no longer a filter on my life lens. My perspective is open to my life as it unfolds–usually. I do not cave in judgment. My heart is my navigator.
Some of this is aging–I know–but most of it is the fluidity of Zen. Life is impermanent, one experience after another. So, yes, I “try something different” –I crumble–I meet my next “thing.”
In surrender, something is born.
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Just what I needed as I recover from surgery. Never as quickly as I’d like. Getting pissed off doesn’t change anything. Surrender and rest–a much better plan.
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What kind of surgery, Robin? Wishing you all the best, and I understand that business about getting pissed off. For me, patience is like that but you are correct, surrender and rest is what made possible a trip to the wildlife refuge last week. Keep me posted, okay?
Karen
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Love this idea! When one door closes another opens, just like surrendering breeds new opportunity
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Exactly! It’s just the idea of letting go that is difficult, As I imply, perhaps the way we judge rather than experience. Thanks!
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