Vachon Imagined

Living in the flow bewildered her because it limited her control. It limited her say, her will—the very things she had relied upon her entire life. Suddenly, everything began to shift into a single dimension where there was only one path, marked by her footprints alongside everyone else’s. The path sent each of us in different directions, toward different experiences, yet the path of surrender is the same for everyone.

It often arrives when someone loses something precious: a career, a child, a beloved. But loss is not the only doorway through which surrender enters. It also appears when we become captivated by someone who brings us joy. That joy is not truly because of them; it is simply a part of the self, a part of you, waiting to be revealed.

It takes the “other” to bring it forth—the good, the bad, and the ugly. Through every encounter, we are returned to the flow of trust, the flow of rest. What we call love, grief, longing, and even disappointment are often invitations back into that current, reminding us that beneath all our efforts to control life, there is something already carrying us.