When I was a little girl, I loved playing in the snow. For hours, sometimes till end of day – or at least until my limbs went numb. I’d trek through waist deep drifts, boldly facing the bitterness of cold simply for the joy of knowing it.

And when the sun began to fade, I’d make my way home again – exhausted from the labors of having fully lived.

At home, a fire was always blazing, and the hearth glowed radiating its warmth.

I suppose it would take only a moment or two before I’d drift away – abandoning thoughts of day in complete surrender.

It was the first time I can remember ever letting it all go; allowing peace to fill that space in between where unrest attempted to take hold. It was my divine release.

“You can’t fake surrender,” Krishna Das once shared. “But when it happens, it changes everything.”

Is it faith? Or, is it trust which grants our ultimate freedom? But more so, what is it that blocks our willingness to know peace within every moment?

We all have the memory of a ‘warm hearth’ to draw upon. Open to it, my loves – let this be your every moment.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️

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