In the past few weeks, I have seen several writings and little signs about the importance of letting go. For many of us, this is incredibly hard to do but, when things build up to a crescendo, we realise that we really have to release what is holding us back from peace.
I have had my own personal struggles with letting go on many fronts, and have found that one of the hardest things to judiciously let go of is possessions, a physical manifestation of what has gone on deep in my soul. I know that this pain stems from early childhood trauma, and subsequent shocks along the way, as multiple occasions arose when I had to simply move on to the next experience, with little beneath me to hold on to or to help carry me through. I have had to say goodbye too many times, to too many people, friendships, loving environments, physical things, places and types of ‘security’ that have come into my life for a time, and then departed. As a result of many of these experiences, even though I have been aware from an early age that personal growth was involved, they have left scars and these scars now define me. It is hard to move beyond what defines us, but we need to release what weighs heavily on our shoulders, in order to be free, as free as we ever can be.
When I came upon this poem recently, it seemed to fall into my life as a golden leaf of hope, and also a resolution to do what I could to be free of what was causing me pain, particularly my thoughts of loss on that day. Seeing other mentions of the term ‘letting go’, here and there since, I felt that the universe was trying to guide me, to hold me up and to help me to gently, quietly and calmly release my frightened, determined grip, and let some of those burdens go. When a child has had what matters most ripped away from them, time after time, and then experiences this into adulthood, despite maturity and wisdom in many other areas, the agony of loss becomes as nothing compared to the ache of confusion about what to keep and what to let go.
This poem spoke so deeply to my soul, as I have said, and then as if by chance I happened upon a beautiful recording of it, read by the actress Kim Wade, on YouTube. Just as the original poem’s sighting had done, this recording seemed to fall into my life as a gift. I have listened to Kim’s calm and eloquent voice reading the poem, over and over again since, and have found not only solace in the listening, but also gentle renewal of resolve to free myself as much as I can, from all that is holding me back from living my own best life.
I hope that the poem, written by Reverend Safire Rose (of Agape Ministry), will touch a place deep within you as well, and will have come into your life at a time when you might need it most. If you listen to Kim Wade peacefully reading this poem, I am sure it will be beneficial too, as a meditation exercise, or to calm, or to simply inspire, and I hope that it will bless you as much, or even more than it has blessed me.
She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of 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 analyse 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.
~ Safire Rose ~
The poem, read beautifully by Kim Wade (of Inner Gaze Yoga), is available to listen to via YouTube at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiFXJC1wIkc
Love and light,
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