Recognize what’s yours to carry
and what you can leave behind.
You cannot carry it all,
so let go of the excess.
You are worthy, you are enough,
with carrying only what you need.
Leave the rest.
Tag: let go
needles and cones
The spruce tree
stands tall, stands proud
for all it has lived through.
Heat, cold, summers, winters many,
build and strengthen its trunk.
An ongoing cycle of renewal
adorns the grass and ground beneath.
Discarded needles and cones
cover the last remaining blades of grass.
The tree knows
how to let go of what no longer serves,
making space for new,
for the future,
letting go of the past.
I rake and collect the castaways.
I see no point in tallies or counts
for the total would near infinity.
I have needles and cones
to castaway too,
if only I could be as free
as the tree
in doing so.
trust yourself
You can trust yourself.
Surrender mind to body.
Dive in, and let go.
memories turned to dust
Collecting dust in the corner,
memories of who I once was
and hoped to be,
stand stagnant
letting the castaway remnants of air
settle, and find a new home.
Layer upon layer,
compressing those beneath,
perhaps eventually
stratifications will appear through the dusty clouds.
Memories, all visible,
stacked on top of the other.
Remove one layer at a time,
clean and polish the surface.
When memories have turned to dust
it’s time to let them go.
just sit
Grant myself permission
to sit, just sit
here, with a glass of wine
and blanket wrapped around my shoulders,
eyes fixed, but unfocused
on the flickering candle
there, on the coffee table.
Sit. Just sit,
and do nothing else.
how the trees let go
Just look at the trees,
look at their willingness to
embrace change,
let go of what they no longer need
and try again later,
when the Earth warms again in spring.
How easily they can let go
is how I, too, need to let go.
Dawning Words 