On the last day of the year it feels fitting to share a poem about letting go. As many of you know I am in the middle of a huge transition in my relationship with Jason and just moved into my own home last week.
My mother has been out here helping me get settled and this morning I am heading to New Mexico for a fire walk and to ring in 2016 with a lot of letting go and a ton of love.
Thank you all for being with me this last year. It was such a life changing year on every level. I look forward to sharing more about this phase of my journey with you when I am back next week and continuing our conversations on radical self care, vulnerability, and being brave. Wishing you all the most magical 2016.
I love you.
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You know when to let go by the way it feels,
that sensation in your stomach telling you, not so quietly anymore that it’s time.
You have tried hard enough and you have to trust that you did everything you could.
It’s not your fault,
it’s not anybody’s fault,
it’s just the way things are.
You know when to let go by the way it feels,
what started out as a faint whisper of intuition, grew into something much larger every time you shook your head and said no, not yet,
and it’s alright.
We’re all learning here and nobody is doing it perfectly trust me.
Even if you stayed longer than you wanted to,
you’re okay.
You know when to let go by the way it feels,
your bones are heavy and all of the weight inside cannot be carried forward,
you want to travel lighter and this is part of the process.
It’s your next initiation, perfectly crafted by the cosmos just for you,
the timing is divine and you’ve got this,
even if it feels like you’re making it up as you go along.
This is your destiny.
You know when to let go by the way it feels,
because when you do finally say, i release you, from the depth of your heart the entire universe will conspire for your greatest good the way it has since you were born.
Nature is talking to you, remember the hawks that show up right when you start to question through huge fits of crying, why did I let go?
It’s supposed to hurt. Believe me.
Or what about the endless stream of butterflies that appear during those moments your heart feels heavy?
They are messengers sent as a gift to you,
you are changing,
you are transforming,
and even in this darkness there is so much light coming through you.
You know when to let go by the way it feels,
and for the first time in many moons you said yes, to trusting the deepest parts of yourself,
and that my dear is the teaching.
You are whole.
You are so damn brave.
You are a gift.
xoa
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