Nearly at the end of the world, and I’m ready to let go

a photo of two hands, one holding on to a beam, the other has let go. Someone out of shot is hanging on by one hand.So tomorrow it’s the end of the world. Perhaps… but I’ve done my Christmas cards just in case we wake up Saturday and all is just as it was the night before.

I am taking the date seriously though, because it’s the winter solstice – the turning point from dark to light.

Solstice means ‘to stand still’ – it’s a traditional time to contemplate what has been, what is ending and what is still to come.

I’m off to a movement ceremony (mixing 5 Rhythms, Movement Medicine, ritual and shamanic practices) for 24 hours and have been preparing by finding words, objects, aromas and textures that resonate with me to see me through the duration.

I wanted to share a poem I found which really moved me, written by the Reverend Safire Rose, a minister at the Agape International Spiritual Center. I’ll be using it through the longest night to give me the courage to let go and simply be. Strange how some of the simplest things are also the hardest.

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do

it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone

forevermore…

 

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