It would appear at first glance that no more can really BE
written about the great relationship that these two words, Let and Go, have
with each other. They are and have been my go-to phrase or idea several times
each and every day of my Life.
More often than I might like to admit I hang on. Hold back.
I will NOT Let Go. I will NOT play through. I will NOT. I will NOT. I will NOT.
Until I am without choice
in the matter. Until, perhaps I am Let Go of. Okay, that’s my dark and dirty
secret. Can I tell how many times it has come to THAT, BEfore I have ever seriously considered Letting Go?!
While I am NOT so oblivious anymore. [some things improve
with age I suppose] I know when I am BEing stubborn and headstrong and firm for
no other [or better] reason than I CAN BE. I have the freedom to choose. Yes.
Freedom is NOT always something that serves or protects…
Now, in my Life at this time, I am faced with a peculious
aspect of Letting Go that doesn’t fit in any of the tidy little boxes I’ve kept
for this purpose. It is like I am Letting Go without reason or only to say I am…
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
Your giraffe doesn't even have edges--like he is letting go of his boundaries, too. ;) You do have reasons. They just might be different than what you're used to. :)
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