We all have something.
Something that’s clinging,
that we can’t seem to shake.
that lives in us like a sore muscle,
and aches like a stiff joint.
It can wake you up in the night. It can keep you from flying.
I have storylines I’ve wound myself so tightly in, my soul turned blue.
And I’ve spent time (precious time) looking, waiting, hoping for the thing:
that will set me free,
that will cut the cord and detach me from the suffering,
that will finally
once and for all
let it go…
Letting Go is far harder than anyone talks about.
In fact, sometimes it feels pretty impossible.
Something is clinging so hard, so deep,
that no amount of sighing or singing or chanting or willing
can sweep it out.
You know what I mean?
The secret, in these cases, is this:
Let it go a little
if you can’t let it go a lot.
Just let it go a little. Little by little.
Sit and see how it feels to let go…just for a second.
Then five seconds. Then ten.
Get familiar with the wild sensation of being
…just for a minute.
All those littles? They collect. They accumulate.
They become surprisingly, impossibly familiar.
And that one second? Or one minute? That’s a real thing.
That’s the crack where the light gets in.
That’s the space where you can jimmy the door open.
That’s the hole that shows you the other side.
That’s the secret place where
you can do the impossible:
Let It Go.