There is a poetic beauty in surrender. When the body, mind and soul let’s go. Some describe it as climbing a mountain. The struggle of clinging onto control. Doubting trust. Almost like a form of self-punishment. Until the peak is reached, and the possibility to jump presents itself. This is the moment when everything vibrates. And if you decide to fall? Trusting that you will be caught. By love. By life. By the one you trust. Now imagine that you can actually decide how high your mountain is. By practicing surrender. And knowing that the fight is only (mostly) against yourself.
These beautiful pictures are taken by Cim Ek at a previous Point of Surrender retreat.