Surrender means to give up.  It means that when my heart gets soggy, I just sit and let the sobs rock my body until I am wrung out of salt water.  Clouds build up, get gray and release the rain on the thirsty earth.  I believe my tears are essential for growth.  At least so the air is cleared and the sky a little lighter.

Clear and cool is the weather now.  Bare pen and ink tree branches sketch the white overcast sky.  The fresh air on my walk reminds me of rest and rebirth.  I can see the activity within the silence.  I recognize the growth beyond sight.

There is a rustling within me.  A pregnancy growing towards creation.  I bow in gratitude for the spiritual pickles and ice cream my Divine Companion serves me, Her soft puppy dog eyes, Her big belly bump of daily jokes that shake me into giggles.