There are times when things are not what they appear to be. Something changes. Goes away. We learn to live with it anyway. Yet there is a gaping hole. An opening, not quite full. Where or what will fill it up? It’s up to us to fill our cup. So we have been told. Lean into the power of letting it all go. Praying for a miracle. Grateful and thankful to still be alive. For in that kind of magic, blessings come through. Restoration is achieved. We are lifted and present in the spirit of God.
So much time spent holding on.
Tight grips. Twisted fists.
Holding on. Holding on.
Until it cannot be held.
The hands are tired.
The body worn.
To continue this way would not last to the morn.
The hands have gripped so tight for too long.
Snarled and curled. It is hard for them to unfold.
Slowly, they move. Tiny things slip away first.
Followed by others a little bigger each time.
All in all, it gets better. The hands do not hurt as much.
Loosening the grip. They relax more every time.
Until a day comes where they hold nothing but air.
Loose to the world. Free from any cares.
Straighter and lighter. Their work is more rewarding.
As instead of holding on, they help.
The relief of letting go has freed them to explore.
Open up doors. Wave. Clap. And more.
Even though they carry things, from time to time,
These beautiful hands no long hold onto anything.
Letting Go of everything. One is
left with something. A Vast
wide open. Where only possibilities
One of my favorite things about Autumn, aside from the gorgeous, clear weather, is the leaves.
From the first sign of color.
To the full blown tree in all its glory!
Then they fall…
Leaving a symphony of sounds that crunch underfoot.
It is breathtaking.
Leaving me to think…
I am willing to let go as graciously and beautifully as the trees do in Autumn. Trusting the spring to arrive again. Renewing the leaves for another season.
Love and blessings to you. 💕Carrie
The beauty and magnificence of this glowing orb.
Awakens all things, I would much rather ignore.
Turn my head. Look the other way. Ignore it again today.
Until it gets so big! Ignoring is no longer an option.
I think I must deal with this.
Looking at it. Finding a point to start.
Seeing an end. It did not move too far.
Wiggle this, move that. I think it is okay.
The energy of this has moved away.
A door opened. I stepped on through.
It seems this place has more doors ahead, it's true.
I will get to those when I choose for today I want to move.
More of the old things that are in the way.
More of the stuff that weighs down my day.
I will pause for a moment.
Take in this new day. Clear out more when it comes.
Open another gate. Go and celebrate.
Love and blessings. 💕 Carrie 2019
Star dust sparkles on her shoulders.
Glittering so bright.
She often wiped it off
Afraid it might blind.
Whispers tell her not to.
Let it shine.
The Light will bring all of them
Closer together in unity.
Star dust sparkles on her shoulders.
And so it is.
She stood in front of me. Hands clenched in tight fists at her side. Tears streaming down her face. Murmuring her pain. Frustration, pain, sadness, flowed out of her.
I knelt down to her level. Placing my hands on her fists. “It will be okay.” I quietly spoke to her. Explaining the best I could how if we let the tiny bird go it would be best for him.
” But…h.h.heee..just ssssttttarteddd to fly. “
“I know love. His flying is why we need to let him go. He will not thrive cooped up in a cage for the rest of his life. He needs to be free. “
She wiped at her face a little. Taking in giant, ragged breaths. She blinked a few times. Looking at the cage were the goldfinch sat patiently waiting for his release. Her blond hair blowing and sticking to her wet face was pushed away as her body came back to calm.
“You’re right. He needs to move on. We need to let him go. I am going to miss him.”
” as will I. “
She moved slowly toward the cage. Opened the door. Quietly, saying goodbye as she stepped away from the cage.
He eagerly leapt forward and took flight. Pausing briefly on a branch to look back at the girl. A quiet chirp, and off he flew. Free again to fly.