My intuition speaks to me in pictures. The latest relapse in my physicality coming as an image of me of holding onto an anchor and sinking down in the dark ocean. Marriaged with deep sensation of heavy bones and a tiredness so profound that I have no resistance. The word long-haul pulling my emotions in every which way. Inertia. This journey of non-resistance making me curious. Perhaps the bottom of this ocean is where the silence and stillness is found. A death... I let go and I fall asleep, riding the anchor until…. Perhaps I find the key to some healing, perhaps I find myself. Perhaps I find nothing or maybe everything. It’s our human striving that hopes for some special answer. That there will be some treasure at the bottom of that sea. But maybe it’s the simple act of surrender, allowing and to let go that is the most precious gift within itself.