The thought of having no control is terrifying to the ego. And yet, there are times you give up control for the joy of it. Can you imagine an amusement park ride where you float along in a log through chutes? On you go, getting jostled a bit and even flowing over a few edges with frightening drops. Yet, you do so willingly, knowing that ultimately, the whole ride is planned out. The destination is known. And so, you release the need to control the log and you simply flow, leaning a bit right now and then and left then and now, giving out a yell as necessary, and laughing when you get wet. This is life. Flow, dear one, it is far more enjoyable to see the deeper reality than suffering needlessly with the inevitable bumps.

You are so very loved.