I'm not ready to stop.
I'm not ready to forigive my choices.
I'm not ready to allow ease, I need to fight.
I'm not ready to take off my socks and walk in the wet grass.
I'm not ready to cry. To be seen. To be held.
I'm not ready to find my flow which I know will bring change in such rapid motions that for moments I won't be able to breathe.
I'm not ready to ditch crisis, I like it here.
I'm not ready for this.
I'm not ready to surrender.
I know. And I love this for you. Surrender happens when we aren't ready. Change comes when we most fear it. Love surrounds us when we declare we can't so that we may be supported in the doing.
I know you aren't. That is why I am so happy you are here.
I'm going to fly with you. I've been leaving feathers for you to find for so long now.
Today, tomorrow and the next day all I want you to do is know that you will find one on your path. I will be there, gently whispering you forward toward your light, feather in hand.
I know. I truly know. And so do you.
Let's make space for Surrender together.
We start February 11th for prep week.