Sweet Surrender

Went to hot yoga today, and the teacher sang us this beauty in savasana:

It doesn't mean much
It doesn't mean anything at all
The life I've left behind me is a cold room

I've crossed the last line
From where I can't return
Where every step I took in faith betrayed me
And led me from my home

And sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give

Take me in, no question's asked
You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
(Who are you?)
Are you an angel?

Am I already that gone?
I only hope that I won't disappoint you
When I'm down here on my knees
(Who are you?)

And sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
(Who are you?)

And sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give

Super appropriate Valentine's song for me this year, because I really do feel like I have surrendered to my current circumstances -- single, with lots of non-romantic love in my life, and a still-in-process letting go of an old love:

Don't understand
The touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things
I miss everything about you

It's quite an experience to love someone as much as I love(d) the New Englander and then not spend your life with him. It helped me move through so much old sadness, and it's propelling me forward in the writing of my memoir, which is really exciting, especially because that's helping me prepare for/create a love that is just as sweet but more sustainable...