Letting Go

 

Letting go is one of the hardest things we humans must undertake. It often means a loss of self, or loss of knowing, or a swift change…like watching something from a great height as we open our hands. What will happen to it when it lands? What will happen to us when we land?

We do not know, and so we cling.

We cling well beyond a healthy time of release.

Our egos are gifts from God to help us define ourselves on this planet, but our egos can overfunction. They can overfunction to the point that we get balled up tight in mental games of plotting, strategizing, and rationalizing why and how and when we might get back what we had to let go, or reasons why we don’t really have to let go…..not knowing that we are holding on to …air….

Our entire beings are created to inform, to know, to process, to be. We have intelligences in our minds, bodies, hearts (emotions) and soul (vision).

We can bring any one of those intelligences into the foreground for dealing with life. The mind does not need to be the primary filter. We can trust that our emotions are not sloppy outcomes or responses that we need to keep in check. They are workerbees in the hive of our being. Sadness is such a friend, such a guide, such a teacher when it comes round to help us release.

How do you physically feel when you are sad? Possibly, our bodies get heavy, we feel things move down, the tears stream out and down, even the sound of our voice or cries have a lament phrasing that turns down at the end.

Sadness is the workerbee of letting go. The champion of release. The nightingale of the empty hand.

Sadness comes and actively puts our bodies into a state of let down. For nursing mothers, we know the feeling when it is time to feed our babies again. Even if it is another baby that cries out, or just the thought of our babies. Our breasts activate, ready and responsive to the child who seeks nourishment. The milk lets down and there isn’t a thing we can do about it. It is meant to be expressed and moved outward.

I’m not equating sadness and breastfeeding. But the physical feelings of letting go are not dissimilar.

So, how might we activate the body’s response of letting go without the sadness? I think sadness is fine and good and often a signal, but what it is trying to do is to get us to let down and let go. Might we do this releasing without the sadness?

 

Here’s a thought.

One video that I cannot pass up when it circles around through social media, is the French nurse bathing newborns. Oh, my I just want to be in her hands, feel the soothing water, trust, and be the kindness the flow offers.

It occurred to me that I can actually do this myself, by standing beneath a gentle flow of the showerhead. Warm water slips down my head, over my face but not my nose or mouth, I turn my head and it cascades down my neck…on the side…on the back…..I return to the crown and trust the warm flow.

And when my brain is satisfied that it doesn’t need to figure out what I’m doing, I can just feel my body’s response. And it lets go. It is a physical release of interior stress and holding. I let go….and somehow the images of things I’m holding to so tightly, clinging to with all my might come rushing forward to my inner eye, and I let them go. Let them go. And for that moment, I am free.

It is a relief.

And that is a message that sadness and our bodies are trying to tell us. That it is a relief to finally let go. To open the hand.

To quit the grasp.

We may be astounded at how much we have that needs to be let go. So do it. Do it every day. Assure your ego and your mental intelligence that your emotional and bodily intelligences have things all together. They can handle it.

We don’t even need to work it out mentally. We don’t need to know what is being let go. Simply trust the intelligence of your emotions and your body. They are you. It all works together.

 

To your peace,

Amy

 

This post is an amalgamation of reading I’ve been doing. The thoughts are shared thoughts, but these are Amy’s words.

all images from google images originating at other websites