'How do I surrender?'
Hostage to the overwhelm, simply turn your back, step away.
A heavy snowfall muffles the incessant buzz of collective anxiety
stillness settles in like a large heaving beast
Resistance shows up. Tension and anxiety arrive; yammering and gripping bags of disaster supplies,
bickering, as they do, urgently tapping toes and watches;
'no time, no time!' they urge.
whistling tea kettles announce boiling temperatures while too many balls in the air juggle treacherously through the pages of an appointment book; fighting gravity, cancellation emails shoot their infinite vectors furiously across the ether.
Finally, it's done.
The willfulness collapses.
Ego's tight red corset strings let go
releasing the illusion
my animal body softens
the belly tension melts like an ice cube to a puddle
finding this sudden ease
I surrender to nature's barricade.
......there i breathe again.
Simplicity has arrived and swept up the harsh shards left by broken expectations. She is a steadfast ally like that, elegant and wise.
I Surrender. Nothing matters if nothing can be done.
There is another slow exhale..........
There is joy to be mined, after all.
There is beauty to be admired.
'I surrender.' (I whisper this).
There is a quiet to deafen us with it's rare splendour.
Without the tension there is e x p a n s i o n.
I SURRENDER. (arms open, my voice is jubilant.)
I wave my white flag as snow angel wings.
There is awe.
Ms Ngh/c. Feb 2019/