Wow! That one really knows how to test me. (And if I’m honest, I’m a little stubborn when it comes to “surrender”) It’s not a neat chapter with a clear ending ~ it’s a lifelong rhythm of release, a practice of surrendering again and again…….

This week, I’ve had to say goodbye to a lot. Our home. A grant I poured my heart into. A few personal dreams that I thought were within reach.

Each ‘goodbye’ has landed differently ~ some loud and shattering, others quiet and hollow ~ but all of them have left a strange space behind. I keep asking what it all means? I don’t have the answer yet, but I’m listening. I’m watching. I’m curious to see what life is reshaping in the background.

The sadness has been heavy ~ finding a home right now feels like climbing a mountain blindfolded ~ every lead, every inspection, every hopeful “maybe” slipping through…….

I’ve started going through our things ~ selling, gifting, donating, throwing away. There’s something almost sacred about sorting through your life like that. It’s confronting to see how much stuff we gather, how it piles up quietly behind us like breadcrumbs of all the lives we’ve lived and the humans we’ve been. Every object carries a story, a little echo of who I was when I thought I needed it. But carrying it all physically, emotionally ~ it’s heavy ♡

Stuff can be comforting, but it can also be a burden. It clings to you, reminding you of times you’ve already lived through. And as I hold each thing, I ask: Do I really need this? Or am I just afraid to let it go? I’m trying to trust that life is clearing space for something new ~ even if I can’t see it yet.

Maybe this isn’t falling apart. Maybe it’s falling open ~ clearing room for something new to find its way in ♡

And through all of it, I can’t stop thinking about the humans doing it tougher than us. Those who don’t even have the luxury of choosing what to keep, or sell or give away. It puts everything in perspective. Gratitude and grief seem to coexist more easily than I thought they could 🙏

So here’s what I’m holding onto: Kindness. Kindness for others ~ because everyone’s carrying something invisible. And kindness for myself ~ because I’m still learning, still growing, still showing up even when I don’t feel strong ♡

Letting go isn’t a story of loss ~ it’s a quiet act of trust. A belief that what’s leaving is simply making space for what’s meant to stay ♡

So I’ll keep walking through this season ~ barefoot, open-hearted ♡ Trusting that what’s meant for me won’t need to be chased. It will return in its own time ~ like it always knew where to find me ♡

Here’s to surrender and the courage to start again ♡

Love Rain x