Like A Cuddle

As a kitty curls into your chest
With trust unconditional
And a child holds onto you with
Innocence and true love

I will let go in the same way.
With love and no conditions.
A hug and a kiss
With understanding and sweetness.

Because it means the most to everyone that way.

Let Go

SHE LET GO

~By Rev. Safire Rose~

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 committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the right reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she 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 the memories that held her back. She let go of all 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 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. It wasn’t bad. It was what it was and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone for evermore.

Discard and Gather

Discard and Gather

When we are born we learn to gather.

We gather mother's milk, her love...every one's love.

We gather language, expressions, understanding.

Muscle tone, movement, balance, control.  

Emotions are the hardest and take the longest. 

As parents, we hope to help our children understand and manage them.

What a job that is...

Emotions will always be with us, and govern us. 

How we control them is how we earn our wings in life right?

Learning to understand another human is integral; yet one of our hardest lessons.

When you learn to understand and accept another human being - as-is -

That is when you understand everything else in the world.

Acceptance, not judgment. 

That is what we were put here to do. 

We learn to discard other's opinions.

Those who wish us nothing more than hurt

The simple misuse of human or animal affinity.

Or easily the apathetic human nature stored deep inside all of us.

You grow and learn and accept.

There is never a moment that isn't a lesson.

Take from others and obstacles what is best. 

Discard what wasn't good. 

It wasn't meant for you anyway.

So many people argue; so many postulate, so many mindsets. 

Where is the concession?

I want to admit something...

You think I am talking about the world in general?

No, I am asking personally. 

When you find yourself with little to gather, 

When do you allow yourself to discard?

Where is earthwork in your garden that separates the growth from the walkway?

Some choose to, or are taught to - directly or indirectly, 

to allow some sort of detached control.

These long suffering wounds are free to fester.

The damage, of which, disseminates everything within reach.

Misery does seek company. 

As does insufficiency.

As with any disease, you must learn to identify indications.

Where did it begin? How did it spread?

If it rooted in your own infrastructure, you must face it.

Accept it and heal it. 

From your heart to your mind. 

If outside of that, you find counter-agents and or medicament's to heal.

You can't blame it on the okra growing happily beside it. 

Or the spirited little weed that sprouted alongside. 

You look directly at the issue that is apparent.

That is what you repair.

It is the only way others will be able to gather your goodness. 

And be able to discard what isn't. 

I walk the garden of my life every single day. 

I gather the fruit of which is viable,

And satisfying.

I am learning to discard what is not.

To discard what is afflicted and irreparable.. 

Then, and only then, can the bountifulness of life 

fall into your basket.