My thoughtful friend Manangua, talked about ‘letting go’ in a comment he left on my blog today and he prompted this post. Manangua’s blog is a fascinating mixture of fact and fiction, with an huge dollop of depth, springing from all his travels and experiences. Stop by and have a treat.
Back to ‘letting go’….I have been on a ‘letting go’ journey since the start of this year and I am learning all the time. Right now I am having a royal battle with fear.
The lovely little cottage I now call home is perfect for me. My gratitude is spilling out as my friends will testify and our conversations are liberally peppered with ‘thanks’. They have taken to smiling at me with glazed expressions, laced with love of course.
Decks clear, the perfect environment, all my faculties (really), love and support pouring in every day, new opportunities in abundance…and what do we find? A frightened girl, that’s what we find. Me, I am frightened.
I won’t lie or fudge it, ‘letting go’ takes courage mixed with trust and faith. In the ‘letting go’ if you go into freefall (which is probably the best way as you have really let go then) you get pushed to the limit. Continuing to hold trust and faith as everything starts to settle is not easy.
A friend popped in for a ‘cuppa’ on Saturday and asked if I had dedicated each room. I did not need explanation on the ‘how’ or any further discussion, as she had planted a seed and that was all I needed. Today, as I did my first routine clean in here, I spoke to each room. I talked about what I would be doing in the space and how much love, energy and happiness there was filling each room.
I am learning how to let go of fear….