Surrender begets surprise.
I'm "rendering" something within, "prising" it from the universe until it is made manifest.
And what a gift it is.
For I'm learning, things don't work the way I think they should work.
My thinking brain thinks its thinks; it schemes and plans and outlines--
but my heart discovers, excavates, and unfolds.
I try to Get Things Done, but I barely do more than accumulate lists of tasks. When I finally let go, surrendering to a bigger plan and process, I will become aware all at once that I have achieved something - written a book, crafted a poem, invented a dessert - without any striving at all.
A controlled life is stifled and dry, yet contains the illusion of safety. A life of surrender, though, holds delight and surprise.
Where are you resisting the wonderful invitation to surrender?