I needed a rest from the intensity of the storytelling brewing inside,
needed to let it marinate in spirit
and go outside instead to watch the leaves drift down
on the wind of a season shifting.
Needed to give my old ways some space to stretch again with the new of a job,
the bustle of some ending, and a hurricane of change.
To give myself again to the river running through
and pour epsom salts in steaming tub
and let the hot waters tug the hurting from my bones
while I stir and stir the singing to my soul.
To crumple fresh into the everloving arms of Life-Giver.
I’ll be back again soon with more stories
but need right now to stoke the fires of gratitude
until they climb high and burn strong against the early night.
To feed my joy generous with hefty portions of light
until my heart is thumping music again.
To do the sacred work of letting go.
Sometimes like releasing a feather to breeze,
sometimes like coughing up rocks,
the always freeing
and wildly surprising
l e t t i n g
“People may call what happens at midlife a ‘crisis’ but it’s not.
It’s an unraveling – a time when you feel a desperate pull to live the life you want to live,
not the one you’re ‘supposed’ to live.
The unraveling is the time when you’re challenged by the universe
to let go
of who you think you are supposed to be
and to embrace who you are.”
– Brene’ Brown