The Midnight Sun
The Good Life
Take me. I'm yours.
The Way Home
We Take Care of Our Own
The Holy Days
Fall On Me
Bringing It All Back Home
Learn to Be Still
Love the One You're With
“She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs. 'Time' for her isn’t something to fight against. Her life flows clean, with passion, like fresh water.” Roman Payne
Surrender is letting go of trying to sleep or thinking I must sleep. Two Calm Forte and I'm up. That friction between what is and what should be is called stress which of course keeps me up. So I've turned my laptop back on to say so. I surrender.
But it's deeper than that. True surrender tonight. What made it true? I could feel it, I can feel it still, the vibrational quality of surrender moving through me like liquid as I give myself permission to be awake.
Sleep will come. It always does just not on my time. Meanwhile it inspired me to write about my letting go. That letting go sensation of release.
Alaska demands us to give in to her power, to surrender, to go with what is and step into the light of day and in this case the night as well.