Why “Letting it Go” Can be so Tough

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

The Gift

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Wrapped in gold and silver
Tarnished in time
From Exposure
Layered protection
From the Sun

Unwrapped
Peeling back the layers
Skins shed
Old flesh cast aside
A return of sparkle
Digging deeper

Pay dirt exposed
Naked vulnerability
Polishing cloths reveal
Value never diminished
Worth of self replenished
Shining and gleaming

The Gift
For many years unseen
Camouflaged within the seams
Hidden within a closed heart
Ready to be set free
The Gift, This Gift of God 
is me 

Each life, a gift from the Earth
Meeting the Ethers 
Created in flesh to serve
A purpose, an expression 
Of Greatness
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

Namaste

Sometimes we have to trust our way through the darkness to find the light again

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. 

Namaste 

Opening the Capacity to Love

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.

Namaste

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Breaking Relationships

Tapestries frayed with time
don’t hold the same face
held in place
by pure will and strength
afraid to let go
the fear of the unknown:
who? who would replace?

non-severed ties
tug on strings
pulling back together
bumping into things
that smother
where flowers decay
and green shoots wither

it seems like
i’m stuck in “Groundhog’s Day”
where each cycle
leads to the same resolution
just a new revolution
of the clock
circling the same drain

how to break this
circling of caravans,
impending decay,
strings pulling on things,
unwoven tapestries?

Patching broken pieces
back together lovingly
with stitches thrown
from one’s own heart
relinquishing misplaced others,
Knowing another, someone better
indeed does exist.

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What We Resist, We Become

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.


Namaste