By: Simone Weil
Today marks the fifth anniversary of my uncle's passing. The weather is the same as the day he left us; rain, sleet and snow. It's too early for winter, but somehow appropriate.
I deactivated my Facebook account last week. I thought I would struggle. I haven’t. Instead of feeling disconnected I feel blessed, a blessing that has always been within my grasp. This has been a revelation of sorts. It was easy. It was free, and it was mine to take.
My husband accidentally hung himself as a child. He remembers slipping the rope around his neck then coming to on the floor with family members crying around him. He tells the story with a sense of detachment. “It was easy,” he said.
We all have personal lies, those unconscious beliefs that direct our actions. I think two of my dad’s big lies were; I am not worthy, and I am unloveable.
Letting go is a concept I didn’t absorb until I went to a spiritual retreat. I got a note telling me to let go at exactly the right moment. I finally got the message. I cried deeply, mostly out of relief when I let the words sink in. It was as if I was reading them for the first time.
I was always under the impression that if you were living your life’s purpose there would be a certain flow, a continuity to life. Perhaps I was naive. Perhaps I was too hopeful.
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Sometimes nature gives timely reminders about the order of things, but I wasn't thinking about that when I grabbed my camera to catch a few shots of the fog. I wasn't thinking about anxiety either, but that came too. The perfect picture was always just a few more steps away, and soon I had ventured... Continue Reading →