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the courage to surrender


many times in life, there will be moments where we hold onto things that are dear to us. it can be relationships, careers, among other things that we feel we can't live without. this clinging comes from a place of fear that takes up the necessary energy needed to live fully in the truth of our lives.

moreover, our desires for what we don't have, but feel we need, are also calling us to a place of surrender. it is there that we come to realize that all we have is all we need. our longing does not fulfill us. if anything, it makes us less whole, lacking, insufficiently waiting for something outside ourselves.

my dear spiritual teacher and inspiration, Oprah, said it best when she said "you alone are enough". embrace that truth. surrendering can be as simple as inhaling the thing worth surrendering and exhaling it from our being.

let's try it.

breathing in, i acknowledge my need to find love.
breathing out, i release my need to find love.

breathing in, i acknowledge my financial woes.
breathing out, i release my worries about my finances.

surrender.

surrendering is not the same as giving up. it simply is the letting go into the natural flow that is life. it takes courage to do this. your mind will always attempt to cling and hope for and take you out of the place of surrender.what i know for sure is this; if you can stand there, in the most holy place of surrender, all that you need will come to you.

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  1. AnonymousAugust 9, 2011 at 10:14 AM

    Love. Love. Love. This reminds me on my Buddhist meditations.

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