Letting go is hard for me.
Quotes on my sidebar remind me to keep working on it, that it's worth the struggle.
Sometimes it seems my breath is held more than it's released, held in an attempt to will people, events, nature to do it my way. My way. Because, of course, I know best.
No I don't. I just know how life's events have gone before. Safety in familiarity, I guess. Control a situation and the outcome will be right. Hmm...
But there are other ways. There are ways my infinitesimal buffet of experience knows not.
And I want to know them. I want more, I want different, I want...I want...I want...
To let my breath have its way. Deep. Long. Free.
Yes, free to discover new orders, new responses, and new people in new places. To allow life to come to me in its fullness, good and bad, to teach a willing heart. My heart.
I'll get there.
If I just let go and...breathe.
(Seasons change - and I am flowing with them. It's a start. CSA produce declares - fall is here. Oh yeah.)