surrender and surrender again
Letting go is perhaps one of the most illusive processes I can think of. I tend not to be so great at it sometimes. For one thing, it requires trust, and for another, it calls for acceptance. I have to give up any idea about what I think a situation should look like with out question or revolt. That seems like a lot to ask.
Sometimes, I think I have truly accepted something, and feel like I have let the universe have my lament. I can even feel clear, weightless, and pleased with my ability to surrender. For a time, and it can be a long time, I move through the world with fresh eyes, ready to see new growth, when all of the sudden, and seemingly out of the blue, something or someone brings it (what ever IT may be) all back.
I want to grip.
I want to control.
I want to cry.
Why are some things so hard to let go of?
The universe presents us with challenges, all of the time, and I think we get many chances. We get to choose (sometimes over and again) if we really want freedom and happiness, or if we want to hold onto our old thoughts and ideas. This can be very frustrating, it can seem futile.
But it is not. I know this, because I have let go of many giant things that I had talons in.
I just need to remember, that letting go is a continual process, building trust happens slowly, and acceptance brings peace.
I choose freedom and happiness.
June 1st, 2007 at 2:53 am
I have a kitty cat that grips on to whatever is underneath her when she’s lying around and I pet her. If I want to lift her up for a hug, I have to gently pry those little tallons out of blankets or the rug or whatever it is she’s holding on to. Then it’s all purr…
June 1st, 2007 at 5:06 am
Interesting post. Actually, you’ve let go of a lot of bagage over the years. You more than most people have done it your way and I think that you’ve demonstrated more confidance and self-assurance than the majority of people–most likely because of the god example set by your elders!
Thought that you were on your retreat. Let me know how that goes.
June 1st, 2007 at 8:30 am
Form Lois “If I want to lift her up for a hug, I have to gently pry those little talons out of blankets or the rug or what ever it is she’s holding on to. Then it’s all purr……”
Makes me smile from inside out. :)
And dad, I am getting rid of more and more baggage as we type.
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