“I surrender”,

“I surrender”, now why is that such a hard concept for me to accept. I have been accustomed to achieving; moving forward and winning, but this in itself should show me that the art of surrender is one of growth and progression.

There is real compassion and understanding in acceptance of where one is in life – where I am now, is not necessarily, where I will wind up. However, where you are going has grounding in where you came from and the journey ensued.

“I surrender”, I whispered softly in his ear as his cheek brushed against mine. My arms pinned overhead and sweat running down my back as his heart beat through his chest in rhythm with mine. Slowly, I could feel his body shift as he gently kissed the nape of my neck, grabbing firmly onto my wrists and holding me down.

I felt like a picture on the cover of one of those cheap romance novels, bodies entwined across a hay bale, some erotic setting with the wind gently blowing and everything frozen in slow motion.