I’m giving up surrendering. [intentional pause….] Did you get that?
Giving up. Surrendering.
In it’s place, I am allowing.
Which feels better to you? What is your body saying?
Forever and a day, it seems, surrender has been the buzzword in religion and the new age…the key to the happy, contented place. Yet, is it easy to surrender? Yes? No? Is there fault &/or judgment implied, if ‘no’, (as in, you must have lots of hang ups if you’re having trouble surrendering)?
Interesting to look up the two words in the dictionary.
How many definitions of surrender support a positive, beneficial outcome?
And for allow? Go ahead…take a quick look. Are you surprised?
At best, times thus far fleeting, I can place myself in relationship to surrender if I frame it just so, as in releasing, letting go, falling backwards into downy feathers, or into love, yet I am still relinquishing something, good or bad. Something is leaving me — my will, my freedom, my fear, my pain — bad/good it still originates within me, as I move into another state of being. Even so, I’m fundamentally playing a word game to make surrender more palatable.
Allowing is a receiving. It is giving sovereign permission.
I allow my defenses to drop, even a little. I allow struggles to end. I allow love to enter.
Rather than surrendering to love, love enters me…it crosses my doorstep, welcomed. Equals.
Surrender contains a duality — who, or what, am I surrendering to? Allowing is a parity.
As we find our way from the old paradigm of struggle, suffering, separation, the old story, into the new, languaging and the inherent vibration of the words will play a subtle, yet substantial, bridging role. Is it possible some words are prisons? Yes, yes, yes. We feel it in our bodies, in our breath. We keep ourselves bound, or find our way through the knots, through our choice of words that resonate.
Tell me, which feels better…surrender or allow? How long did it take you to feel it?
Shall I guess? The body knows :-)
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