Each day I speak surrender of myself to what is bigger than me and this world, I speak surrender of myself to the Source of All That Is, and I speak the release of my fears, of my smallness of mind and imagination… of all my limitations.
But today I stand, as if on the brink of one of those huge open wells that the Mayas held sacred in the Yucatan, looking down into the dark, reflective water, understanding that I could jump into that pool and let go fully of all that I hold to keep me constrained. The water is far below, it looks hard and flat, unyielding. If I were to jump, if I were to leave there every piece of baggage that pulls me downwards, if I were to cleanse myself completely of all the muck… what then?
I cannot imagine the shape I would hold.
My smallness leans back, away from the edge.
But the Life in me yearns for it, as if the water called to me. I take a deep breath and I take the plunge.