It’s the week of truth. Of truths, significant and small, large and longing. Longing to be seen, to be heard, to be listened, and whispered, to. Yet I see resistance. I feel resistance. My resistance. I avert my eyes for their bright and blinding sight. Hold myself from hearing their inciting sounds, it’s song serene, pure and pristine. I stop sensing it’s sweet smell, sticky as honey, these tastes of truth. I close the heart, touched and afraid, as its beat leads me to straight to it. Straight towards truth.
An all too familiar a pattern it is, for me, that when life comes knocking I refrain from living. Yet, aware of the ache I inflict on self, I say ‘not now!’. Wary of the anaesthetic I administer myself I say, ‘not this time!’. Accountable as I am, I say,’ from now onwards’, I stop depriving my soul, thirsty as it is, of its quenching on these truths. Brought to my senses, I take off my heart’s harness and surrender. Surrender to the one word I chose to be this year’s keepsake of my north node:
TRUTH.
And in honour of this awareness I will share a poem I wrote on surrender. Of its truthful thrust I learned while sitting on a mountainside in Glen Nevis, Scotland, a spot truly meaningful for me, and captured it in these words of meaning. So please, sit back, relax and surrender to it! Thanks, yours truly, Nick
Sure Surrender
Lush lay the forests on the rise,
the peak of my existence in sight.
Down loom long days of demise,
surrender awaits my ascend in sunlight.I sit down in its cradle of dirt,
the mountain’s embrace warming the earth.
Feet flat, my soul rest assured.
Within ancient arms it feels heard.
Wind winds down my spine,
past life and lineage align.
I leaf through pages worth of sign,
words of truth line by line.A day of dust lived from dawn.
Lessons learned before last light gone.
Clenched to cover and control bygone,
down the face, it is future I walk on.
The climb over now I yield and yawn,
and safe I submit to a sun withdrawn.