Bittersweet Surrender

There are days in which nothing makes you more powerful that surrendering; fusing yourself with the universe and allowing “all that is” to come in contact with your most inner-self, so that you stop feeling lost and alone.
Today is one of those days for me. I’ve not given up, but I’ve given in.
Facing the everyday hardships of Mexico City, reading horror stories in mass media, and being delivered some of the worst things people have to offer, has taken its toll on me.
It has been sort of a personal cataclysm, a mix of inner and outer happenings coming together and making my walls crumble. Finally, I’ve reached out, taken long and deep breaths, and cried my eyes out.
And its ok. Letting myself fall apart is my gift to the universe. My own prayer.
Master Thich Nhat Hanh phrased it beautifully:“In that insight of inter-being, it is possible to have real communication with the Earth, which is the highest form of prayer. In that kind of relationship you have enough love, strength and awakening in order to change your life”, he said.
I agree. Namaste.
