As the cathartic releases of the last 24 hours ooze out of my cells I am reminded of the beautiful words of Melody Beattie in her book, The Language of Letting Go: 366 daily meditations: ‘God help me let go of yesterday so I can open my heart to the gifts of today. Help me let go of my expectation and accept the gifts that you give me each day, knowing that there is beauty and wonder in each act of life’ (Beattie, 2000; p.24).
Awakening with the sun, I forfeit my practice to drink in the pleasures of an early morning walk beside the water, already glistening in the vibrant yellow light. My body, exhausted yet tender riding a wave of quietude that follows a night of deep, long sleep, punctuated by ethereal dreams; standing in my closet I was sorting all of my belongings into show boxes - those of value and those of no value - letting go of all that does not serve me in my life. My body had gained a profound understanding of my need to relinquish expectation in my life in order to become more embodied, at peace and a better human being. On a physical level, it manifests as a inherent need to slow down, finding a sweet balance between external strength and internal softness. Always favoring to exert myself physically and strive towards a goal, my muscles increasingly invite me to let go, surrender and simply rest! Today with a tinkle more receptivity, I have become more conscious of every movement, of the walk from the kitchen to the bathroom, of the sensation of extending my arm to reach a mug… catching my mind - gently reigning it in whenever it becomes tempted by the desire to plan, to fantasize - skipping forward or backwards. Again, I come back to the art of letting go, of opening to the experience that awaits:
Awakening with the sun, I forfeit my practice to drink in the pleasures of an early morning walk beside the water, already glistening in the vibrant yellow light. My body, exhausted yet tender riding a wave of quietude that follows a night of deep, long sleep, punctuated by ethereal dreams; standing in my closet I was sorting all of my belongings into show boxes - those of value and those of no value - letting go of all that does not serve me in my life. My body had gained a profound understanding of my need to relinquish expectation in my life in order to become more embodied, at peace and a better human being. On a physical level, it manifests as a inherent need to slow down, finding a sweet balance between external strength and internal softness. Always favoring to exert myself physically and strive towards a goal, my muscles increasingly invite me to let go, surrender and simply rest! Today with a tinkle more receptivity, I have become more conscious of every movement, of the walk from the kitchen to the bathroom, of the sensation of extending my arm to reach a mug… catching my mind - gently reigning it in whenever it becomes tempted by the desire to plan, to fantasize - skipping forward or backwards. Again, I come back to the art of letting go, of opening to the experience that awaits:
Sometimes losing our plans and dreams for our future can hurt as much as losing a tangible thing. Sometimes accepting and releasing our broken dreams is part of accepting a loss. Let go of your expectations. The universe will do what it will. Sometimes your dreams will come true. Sometimes they won’t. Sometimes when you let go of a broken dream, another one gently takes it place.
(Beattie, p.24)Just DROP IT!
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