The Grace of Letting Go
There are things we carry
long
after their time has passed.
Old
conversations
that
continue in the mind
as
though the moment were still alive.
Old
wounds
we
turn over gently,
as
though they might yet explain themselves.
Old
versions of ourselves
we
feel obliged to defend,
even
when we have already outgrown them.
But
life does not ask us
to
carry everything forward.
The
tree does not cling
to
last year’s leaves.
The
river does not gather
every
drop it has ever held.
And
the earth itself
lets
go of winter
without
apology.
There
is a quiet grace
in
releasing what no longer gives life.
Not
forgetting.
Not
denying.
But
loosening the grip.
Trusting
that what has shaped us
need
not imprison us.
Trusting
that something new
can
be kindled
when
the old fire is allowed to fade.
So
perhaps this is the invitation:
To
honour what has been,
without
becoming bound to it.
To
carry forward what is true,
and
lay down what is heavy.
To
step, gently,
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