Where did I go? One moment I looked up and my list, and thereby my sense of satisfaction (my sense of people pleasing purpose don’t you know!), came from filling and gluing together the needs and wants of others.
Yes, that is what we are here for — to be of service, to be kind, to show love. And when all the others are laced together, properly fed and full up of their own esteem and good tidings, we will venture to the well of our own desires (if we can remember where it is) and lower the bucket to fill our own needs and desires.
More often than not, I forget about the well. Forget it exists, where it is, what it contains — and if I do get around to pausing and lowering the bucket to drink of my own goodness and desire, I find the bucket empty. I pull up uncertainty and doubt.
I’m not alone. Today a group of kindred souls came together with little notice and little availability in their list-full life to peer into themselves and share their place — the beginning of a foundation, a step toward more awareness and evolution. And what was true for all? Permission to let go and let be. We all needed the assurance, the affirmation and the approval to Let Go. To get off our own back and out of our head — so to say — back to authenticity.
The path is cloudy and rocky. Over and over, bit by bit, I am finding my way back to authentic me. Not looking to be an original, something super powered or utterly amazing and unique — “only” all of authentic me. And from there, may I shine a light for others to be also. Be. Just who they are. Standing at the well. Filling up by letting go. Won’t you join me?
Grab a bucket and drink in the poetry.
She Let Go
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.
by Rev. Safire Rose (or some say Ernest Holmes, I will authenticate another day)