Today, I tell everyone about the changes in my life, my day to day, my biz. At the end of the year, I’ll be closing my studio, as I ‘ve known it and creating something new for 2016. ( more on this coming)
To help me over the past few weeks as this time was drawing near, I read this over and over.
Someone had sent to me a while back, I read it and filed it.
Then it popped up again- and this time it was like WHOA, THANK YOU.
I hope it provides you some clarity, space, and deep, deep exhales for things that you might need to let go of.
( but, just so you know- I DID ask, analyze, cry, bring memories to mind, journal, talk and read)
AND then I was able to do the work only I could do. Make the call, cut the cord, pull the plug.
“She Let Go
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. ”
http://www.lightworkersworld.com/2012/01/she-let-go-a-poem-by-rev-safire-rose/
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