She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear. She let go of judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

 

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,

without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

 

She let go of all the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

 

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

 

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

 

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good, and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

 

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

 

This poem by Eric Holmes, the founder of the Religious Science Movement who lived from 1887 to 1960, speaks to me. Every time I read it, I am surprised by the tears that spring out of the depths of my soul. I know my heart wants me to let go of all the suffering that my mind inflicts on me. It wants me to let go of the past and my cruel judgments about it all. What seems so easy—just letting go—is actually as frightening as jumping off a granite mountaintop.

The scariest part is not leaving behind my suffering, for who wouldn’t want to do that? But the leap into nothingness terrifies me. My ego fears that as I crash to earth, my life will break into a thousand shards of meaninglessness.

In such times, I try to remember these words of Edward Teller:

“When you get to the end of all the light you know, and it’s time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught to fly.”

She Let Go

One thought on “She Let Go

  • November 14, 2012 at 5:36 pm
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    I love this, Lynn! It has meaning for each and every one of us!

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