Recently the Universe seems to be sending me a message about surrender. Several areas of my life have merged in a synchronistic way to relay this very message to my heart and soul.
Sometimes surrender comes quietly. The first area I noticed it was in my prayer chair where I meditate each morning. As anyone who attempts meditation understands, often my mind whirls about above my head like a remote control airplane popular at mall kiosks this time of year. I have to rein it in by concentrating on my breath or focusing on a mantra. The word “surrender” floated to my consciousness and using it, I settled into a deeper level of contemplation. Using my “surrender” mantra helps me to relax physically, emotionally and spiritually; it almost feels like becoming limp or floating buoyantly on the water. Oh, don’t get me wrong, my airplane continues to hover at times, but this mantra seems to ground and calm me.
Sometimes surrender comes fiercely. Just before Halloween my back went out on me—muscle spasms that paralyze making it impossible for me to move. I spent a full day on the floor of our upstairs hall where my beloved husband Rich brought me ice packs, helped me when I had to crawl to the bathroom, and cut up my food so I could eat it. The only way I could get up and down was to allow Rich to fully support my weight; I had to totally surrender control to him and trust him unconditionally. My trust was well placed as I knew it would be.
Sometimes surrender comes furtively. The day after Thanksgiving my email was hacked. We were visiting our daughter and son-in-law in another city, so I did not have access to my financial information. I wasn’t sure if the hackers had accessed any personal information beyond my email and I felt vulnerable and invaded. Rich and my daughter Kate helped me try to remember all the accounts I needed to change passwords for as a precaution. I had to surrender control of the situation—there was nothing more I could do. As a control freak, that was very difficult.
When I was young, I thought that when I “grew up” I would be completely formed, that I would know everything, that I would have “arrived”. Au contraire. The Universe continually gifts me with lessons to learn. It’s not always easy, but it is what makes me alive and makes me a better person.
What messages has the Universe been sending you lately? Not sure? Sometimes we just have to look at ideas, themes, images that seem to recur in our lives. I'd love to hear about what you are learning.