I drew a picture of a bowl. I tossed the words into it. The words of ego, the words that trap and hold me. They are not negative, just human. But they are a trap.
Maturity, how it looks, doing it right, being strong, supposed to. Self sufficient, organized, oldest, talented, complete, good. Fit in, in control, smart, how it will be judged, daughter. Health, wisdom, mother.
Surrender. If I give these away, put the essence of my humanity on the sacrificial alter, surrender these paradigms to the Eternal, then what? Am I free? Do I have to pick them up again? Be the same?
On the third day of the retreat, we embraced surrender. I surrender the pain. I surrender the pleasure. I surrender this health experience. And I surrender appearances. I am more than my list. When I let it go, I can see the shimmer of my Truth.