“I’m melting!  I’m melting–oh you wicked girl, I’m melting.”  Those dying words of the wicked witch of the east ring through my ears this morning with another record-breaking hot day.  Melting is a good way to look at surrender.  Just to be butter in the dish on the counter and slowly dissolve into runny sweet oil.

“To be as willing as the dying can be” is another phrase that comes to mind.  Being near death makes life sparkle with color in a thunderous “now.”

So I sit in the glistening now and let the next action come right up to me and nudge me with inspiration and movement.  I trust that I am filled with integrity, goodness and love both doing nothing, sweating, resting, surrendering, chanting and even slipping into expectation, anticipation, dread and sadness as humans are wont to do.

And at the very core of my being, I melt into Your arms.