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How much of the world had I missed while living in my head?

Gloria Steinem

Good morning!  I love you and…

THE LETTING GO

My goddaughter, when she was a baby, suffered terribly with colic.  At the time I was living with her and her parents.  We would take shifts holding the baby, trying to console her.  She would just scream and scream for hours.  This one day was particularly rough and my friend just couldn’t take it anymore.  I took the baby from her arms and sent her upstairs to rest while K. and I went outside into the fresh summer air.  The screams were piercing and there was no doubt they would carry for miles down the country road and through the fields.  She was suffering and she was at war with her suffering.  She was a tiny ball of angry pain and she was going to tell everyone all about it.  I told her to go for it.  “Go ahead, K.  Let everyone know how you feel.  Give it everything you’ve got.”  And she did.

Eventually…..eventually, something happened.  Holding her in my arms, I could feel something beginning to shift.  Her body started to soften.  Her screams quietened down to tiny hiccups.  Something in K. let go and for a short time there was peace.

It tends to work that way, the letting go.  We think it’s something we’re supposed to do when really I think it’s something that happens to us.  At some point we grow tired of the burden, of the conflict, of the suffering and pain and we say, “Enough.”  Not in an angry way.  Not like we’re throwing something down.  It’s more like a deep, long exhale.  eeeeenoughhhhhhhhhh………..And off it goes.  It’s mysterious and awesome.

May you be liberated from all that has become too cumbersome to bear.  May the letting go happen for you over and over and over again until you’re soft and open and breathing fully. May you be FREE!

Know that you’re loved!

Tabitha

Poetic Pause

I Worried

by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

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