As my surrender goes deep enough, I fall into softness. My being is letting go. Nothing has to be controlled from here. Trust is within reach. A profound acceptance welcomes an inner joy that just is. An opening, into each moment. This, rather than achieving anything. At the same time, the joy of moving patiently towards a goal is part of that freedom. Without striving. Without the need to prove anything. I sense this, but am not fully there yet. Here in India, in the company of such gorgeous allowing souls, my every cell wishes to ease the tension of holding on. The Journey of deep inquiry and healing continues, and I completely welcome the fire of it.