For three months of doing "nothing",
everything has happened.
Three months since I left the island with the word "surrender" on my tongue, swirling through my entire being.
Three months and I am now the subject of the new and improved ultimate game of surrender. (What's with me and three?)
Loss of "control" more than ever before.
Ego-self dissolving without much resistance allowing space for resurrection of all-self, divine-self as it were.
Exhausting.
Emboldening.
That's the point of surrender, you won't ever know until you let go.
