Letting Go
Feb 17th, 2010 by Wendy
Sitting here in the early morning quiet, a lamp lit to brighten the dim room, it comes to me in waves. Letting go. It’s still about—it’s always been about—letting go.
I heard from a friend this morning of the loss of her father. By any standard he was old…and yet he was her one and only father. I sat digesting the information and, like a tiny wave lapping at my feet, I heard the phrase “letting go.”
Letting go can be a freeing thing and most certainly a necessary thing. But it is often a hard thing. The image that comes to mind is standing on a depot platform, the train slowly pulling away with dear faces pressed to the windows while I wave and jump and smile a teary smile. ”Good luck! Go with God! Do good things! Let me know when you get there!” And then it’s gone.
Of course true letting go is a long process born out of love and frustration and birth and joy and death and all sorts of messy things. It’s a leap of faith and a blindfolded groping all wrapped into one. It can take awhile…don’t forget your sweater.
