We hear it everywhere, “just let it go.” Yet no one really tells us how to do that. We hold onto our pain and our suffering as if it were a life raft keeping us afloat. We do this mainly because we were never taught how to “let it go.” I mean, if something is causing us pain and we could drop it as easily as “let it go” sounds, don’t you think we’d have done that already?
The irony is that to let something go, we don’t get there by pushing it away or cutting it off. If letting it go is hard it’s because this emotion, this thought, this feeling that we cannot escape is part of us. Lobbing it off is like removing one of our appendages. To understand the pain, we must learn to listen instead of running away or trying to amputate it. Instead, letting it go is about leaning into it. Feeling it. Allowing it. Accepting it.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them. ~Rumi
Wrapped in gold and silver
Tarnished in time
From the Sun
Peeling back the layers
Old flesh cast aside
A return of sparkle
Pay dirt exposed
Polishing cloths reveal
Value never diminished
Worth of self replenished
Shining and gleaming
For many years unseen
Camouflaged within the seams
Hidden within a closed heart
Ready to be set free
The Gift, This Gift of God
Each life, a gift from the Earth
Meeting the Ethers
Created in flesh to serve
A purpose, an expression
At times lost in layers
Of confusion, delusion
The value of which
Remains the same
Despite the tarnish
Nor shine of varnish
Each gift is infinite
So often it is in our darkest hours, when we are ready to give up and throw in the towel, that our faith in something greater is the weakest. When we need our faith the most, we abandon it and we abandon ourselves. Yet it is precisely when we are at our lowest point that we have the greatest potential to leap forward.
Just as a seed’s roots grow downwards before its shoot reaches skyward, we must root into the darkness to be able to grow upwards. Just as the seed knows where to go to find the sun, we must learn to trust our ability to find the light.
Each of us has an infinite capacity to love.
Yet we put rocks, sand and baubles in our jars
Out of fear, out of pain
Blocking our ability to fully receive
And acknowledge the vastness of our own greatness
Allowing the stories we’ve told ourselves
about why we cannot love
Gives them further solidity
Occluding from within the flow of love.
This truly is a labor of love,
Literally and figuratively.
For to clear the congestion,
these objections to love
Is to remove them, to inspect them,
To feel them, and allow them simply
To be, this is the lesson of love they were
Meant to be.
It is always our choice to see.
The fire in my soul is back on. You’ve been warned. I will not be held responsible if your ass catches on fire, so you might just want to don your asbestos underwear right meow.
(C) Tiffany Cara 2017
I didn’t want to be bitter
When Marriage vows dissolved
Yet that is exactly what I became
I hid it even from myself
Like a red tide, it was
Just below the surface
And that is my shame
For this, I have no one
But myself to … blame.
Accepting responsibility for
What I’ve created here,
I lift my new eyes to the horizon
Seeing all of life differently;
I can now choose from variety.
I am not my bitterness,
But I own that it is part of me.
The death grip it has had on me,
My emotions, and my nihilistic behaviors
Loosens. Icy tendrils may persist,
But my heart may once again feel its bliss.