So wildflowers will come up where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.
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.