On letting go

Letting go is such a challenge to most of us. Releasing our attachment to the ways we’ve always done things, to the dreams we thought we wanted, to the children who must grow up, to those old outgrown clothes, to that too large portion on the restaurant plate; it is all hard to do. I don’t find letting go to be easy at all. I tend to hang on and beat my head against the wall until, callused and bruised, I must admit defeat. Insanity is, as Einstein said, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

So I was inspired by this poem that arrived in my newsletter from Rejuvenation Lounge, one of my favorite sites, that makes the process seem so easy. I’m going to aim for thinking about letting go with this much ease, particularly by silencing the “committee of indecision” within me.

SHE LET GO. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgements.

She let go of the opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the right reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She just let go.

She let go of all the memories that held her back.

She let go of all the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of all the planning and all the calculation, about how to do it just right.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and moon shone forever more.

Written by Ernest Holmes (1887-1960)

2 thoughts on “On letting go

  1. Vivienne McNeny says:

    I had a severe lesson in letting go this week. My external hard drive crashed and with it all my photos for 5 years, yes, my year in England pics too! They were all on iPhoto which was on my drive and now gone. Also every essay, poem and show I have written for the last 2 years, and my homeschooling book, well the re-write anyway. There are probably more things gone but these few come to mind quickly because they are the most valued.
    Or are they?
    I’m still breathing!
    I have my memories!
    I have my loved ones.
    I have my yoga and the ability to do it!
    So, I didn’t beat myself up with admonitions about backing up my back ups, I hugged myself, forgave myself and let it all go with only a little bit of a grump
    Om.

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