Of a great need
We are all holding hands
Not loving is a letting go.
The terrain around here
Tonight I find myself in a still place. I am pondering how to love. I am pondering what it looks like to let go.
Can letting go be a gift even considering the terrain? Can letting go as we are climbing together open the way for us to grasp another’s hand more securely? Is there a way of loving and climbing together with our hands open, without holding on? Or is there a way to lovingly let go with trust that someone else will be there to hold us?
Tonight I begin with me. I am feeling grief and sadness. I am feeling resigned. I also have the unhelpful script running through my mind that suggests that I should not be feeling any of that. That old voice would like me to try harder to stop the changing and shifting of life, to squelch the movement of transformation, to just stay put. That voice is full of violence. It is a voice of control and shame. Tonight I choose to hold it’s hand, to tell it that it’s ok to feel all the feelings that arise. There is nothing it could have done to avoid sorrow. There is nothing to be done now, but to sit in the stillness with this moment and its emotions. My total allegiance is to Life. Come what sorrow or joy follow, it is what it is. I choose to hold on to my self in compassion and gentleness as I live as best I can into a larger truth with love, always with love. And today I was reminded that great grief is the truth of great love. We wouldn’t mourn if it meant nothing, if we hadn’t opened our hearts to possibility.
I bring my intention this evening to the truth of my grief, the truth of my love. I bring my intention to be fully alive in this moment and the next one. I bring my intention to keep my heart open, even if it’s dangerous. What else are we here for?