Let go, let go, let go, let go.
Sometimes we don’t even realise what it is that we are holding on to ……… until, we let go.
:: Tension, that we were not aware we were holding locked in to our physical experience, dictating and restricting our movements in every moment.
:: Roles, that we did not realise we were playing out, creating and perpetuating a false dramatisation of who we really are, of who we truly are.
:: Old ways of being, that we had no idea were limiting us, hemming us in, closing down our innate freedom.
:: Ideas, that we were not aware we were invested in, shaping our very experience of all things.
:: And words, that we did not hear were festering inside, going without voice, unheard, and unnoticed.
We did not realise how tightly rigid we were holding ourselves . . . until, that is, we gave ourselves permission to let go.
Just like wringing out a tea towel, that we had no idea was so sodden with excess water . . . Just like spring cleaning our closets, clearing out what had lain buried at the bottom of the drawer, never worn, though still somehow occupying space . . . Just like re-tuning an instrument, that we knew was playing wonky, but had no clue how to retune such that its clear resonant voice would be heard.
Sometimes, we don’t realise what it is that we’re holding on to . . .
And so, can we just be willing?
Willing to allow space
Willing to not know.
Willing to pause a moment longer.
Willing to move in to stillness.
Willing to see things differently.
Willing to meet our Selves differently.
Willing ………… even just a tiny, tiny bit.
The details are not where we begin, for what you are wanting to let go of, and what you are needing to let go of, may well be two very different things ………… But your willingness, your simple willingness to stay open, to look anew, and to release what is no longer supporting you, this, this is where we each begin.
As we become aware of just what it is that we have been holding on to so tightly, sometimes the grip will intensify still further. Blinded by the notion that we ‘need‘ this thing, fearful of how we will be ‘without it‘, we deny ourselves the space necessary to meet our Selves anew. We deny ourselves the opportunity to reveal what has been there all along ……………. Until, that is, we are willing.
Willing to meet the edges of discomfort, willing to meet the resistance that comes up … And willing, maybe, to see that this very discomfort, that this very resistance, that this very edge, is calling us to become aware of exactly what it is we are ready to surrender…
So. Can you just be willing? Without reasoning the details, and without needing to know, just willing to surrender, over and over and over.