Sometimes life becomes overwhelming. It may be everyday stress, loss of a loved one, injury, illness, or even something as simple as a flat tire. Most of us don’t have the option to just “freeze” in time (#mannequinchallengefarce) when we are knocked down. Everyone needs tools to get back up.
Lately, a combination of physical injuries, illness, work and life have hit ALL at once. Like a brick (no, actually a piano) landing on my head. I’ve learned that the only way to the other side is right through the middle. That middle area can suck pretty damn bad. But you have to acknowledge, deal, accept, and then trudge through by adding new tools to your toolkit of life. It doesn’t really matter if it is a hobby, exercise, spiritual practice….whatever.
This past weekend I had the privilege of spending a dear friend’s milestone birthday with her. The weekend was intended to be a freeing reset. I have not made it to the other side of this reset but know it kicked off a process. We were lucky enough to have a Kundalini instructor come and lead us through a session. It was quite an experience and something very new to me. It was powerful. One of the most poignant moments was the framing and intent of what we were about to do.
The kick off started with a reading of this poem about letting go (no, not the annoying song we all hope to never hear again). While it refers to “She” I think it really applies to anyone, and everyone, no matter the struggle. Big or small.
She Let Go
by Rev. Safire Rose
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of 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 anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back. She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.