Disruption-The gift of surrendering to change

On the morning of my journey to Sweden to attend my training.

I already had a whisper a couple of weeks of what was to come.

However sometimes we ignore the signs. The rune I had pulled for guidance/insight for my Sweden trip was Hagal — the rune of disruption, chaos, the hailstorm that falls whether we welcome it or not. It speaks of forces outside our control, both inner and outer. Definitely not one to be ignored

And disruption arrived.On the morning of my Sweden trip we encountered

two accidents on the road this meant two and a half hours of waiting, and the flight I was meant to take slipped away.

For a moment I thought, perhaps this is the sign: I am not meant to go.

Normally I would have fought to make it happen. But instead, I felt a deep quietness arise almost a peace. I unpacked my bags, spoke with my husband, looked at other tickets, and then surrendered. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to attend this module. Maybe I already carried the medicine I needed for the work I do.

There was sadness, of course — the loss of connection with my sisters and teacher in person ,the disruption to plans. Yet beneath it, there was spaciousness. I found myself asking not how to fix the situation, but how to simply be with it.

Part of that was learning true discernment. This was not about money, about debt, or about refusing to receive help as that was offered. It was about listening for what felt deeply right. To choose what was aligned, rather than scrambling to grasp at options. In that stillness, I noticed something stirring inside: perhaps my need to learn more, to prove myself, to not feel “enough,”(an old story) was loosening its hold. Maybe, just maybe, I already carry enough.

And in that quiet, something shifted.

The gift of surrendering to change, and I felt myself surrendering on a deeper level — not as resignation, but as trust. Trust that the path, whether it led to Sweden or not, was still guided.

And then, when I had let go fully, the unseen thread revealed itself a couple of hours later.

One of my dear sisters reached out with an offering: she would cover the ticket in exchange for my work. An exchange of gifts. Not debt, not imbalance, but RECIPROCITY.

That night I asked for guidance, and in the morning I pulled a rune once more.This time it was Gifu — the rune of sacred partnership, of giving and receiving in equal measure or reciprocity and balanced connection.The gift rune.

Suddenly everything aligned: the disruption, the surrender, the gift.

Even my husband, who has walked this path alongside me, confirmed it in his own way. On his morning walk he asked the Ancestors for a sign, and above him appeared a great feather in the clouds. His words to me were simple: You have to go. Make it big.

And so I went.

The new path unfolded with ease and in flow.My flight ,a last-minute bus seat appeared, my Sisters welcomed me, and I arrived in time to sit in ceremony, able to offer gifts to our Ancestors with my teacher Imelda in Sweden.

What I am carrying from this experience is this: when the hailstorm comes, it clears space. Disruption can be deeply discombobulating sometimes it is a reshaping, a re-threading a dismemberment. Surrender is not giving up, but opening up and dropping into trust. By releasing control — and by discerning what is true and aligned — we allow the right gifts and lessons to arrive in the right way.

The rune Hagal brought the storm. The rune Gifu brought the gift. And through it all, there was an unseen thread — ancestral, initiatory, guiding — weaving me toward where I was meant to be.

My Ancestral Cairn in Sweden