To let go
Found this old poem going through things to release. I will type it, in case it’s hard to read.
~ Treasa Cailleach
I have torn up several journals this evening, one page at a time, into tiny bits. They were all filled with lists of positive aspects, and ideas for Atira or creative endeavors.
I am releasing all of it. Every bit.
It’s all connected somehow. To parents, to siblings, to what came before, to other people, to moving into new choices. I simply must let go of everything, any way I’m able. I’m still not sure why, but God likes to make things difficult, or so it seems to me. The gift of amenities for this endeavor came with a person bearing expectations. A very kind, very wonderful person, that heard God. I’m certain the expectations have nothing to do with me, but I know my inability to fulfill seems to be causing concerns for them.
So that has been a repetitive releasing moment. My goal is to just be me for as long as possible. Me, here, now, as the observer choosing what to look at, and choosing to focus on life in abundance.
I deserve that, no matter what.
May you find a way to just BE in this time of transition. May you find yourself so intensely as to be experiencing everything as the observer. May you observe only the best in any moment and do your best to let go of your own expectations and interpretations. May you understand that we can do that every moment of every day once you find it comfortable and easy. May you find even silence can be golden. May you see life in it’s abundance and immensity. May you feel the goodness to your core. Above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.