She Let Go

 

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

She let go of fear. She let go of the 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 of 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 analyse 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.

(I found this poem many places on the internet and it’s usually attributed to Dr Ernest Holmes (1887 – 1960), an American healer, writer and founder of the Religious Science movement. However, I also found several entries on various blogs mentioning Rev Safire Rose – a minister at the Agape International Spiritual Centre as the author – one of which was the Rev herself confirming her authorship and copyright ownership of the beautiful words above. 

We are Not A Loan

A debt jubilee…Did you know that there is an organization that is seeking donations to buy-up distressed  debts, including student loans and outstanding medical bills, and then wipe the slate clean by writing them off. It is called the Rolling Jubilee. Watch the video; it gave me goosebumps. Goosebumps of recognition. Goosebumps of excitement. Imagine a world free of debt.

David Rees, one of the organisers behind the project, writes on his blog: “This is a simple, powerful way to help folks in need – to free them from heavy debt loads so they can focus on being productive, happy and healthy.

“Now, after many consultations with attorneys, the IRS, and our moles in the debt-brokerage world, we are ready to take the Rolling Jubilee program live and nationwide, buying debt in communities that have been struggling during the recession.”

A video released to promote the project says: “We shouldn’t be forced into debt to cover basic needs like healthcare, housing and education. We need a jubilee, a clean slate. The math is on our side; a little bit of money goes a long way. If we can raise $50,000 we can buy a million dollars worth of debt and abolish it.

“We bailed-out the banks and in return they turned their backs on us. We don’t owe them anything, we owe each other everything. It’s time for a bail-out of the people, by the people.”

Many thanks to http://www.the2012scenario.com and Matthew Sparks of The Telegraph

A Wild Love for the World

 

I feel as if I have just been “dipped in beauty”. I’ve just listened to Joanna Macy being interviewed by Krista Tippett. Joanna Macy weaves together her lifelong passion for the earth and her translations of Rilke. I am in love. It was 55 minutes well spent.

http://www.onbeing.org/program/wild-love-world/61/audio?embed=1

“Joanna Macy is a philosopher of ecology, a Buddhist scholar, and an exquisite translator of the poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. We take that poetry as a lens on her wisdom on spiritual life and its relevance for the political and ecological dramas of our time.”

Creativity and Rest Transform Fear

 

 

Taking a weekend to rest, have a date with my beloved, and paint something beautiful and practical (a canvas floor rug) combine to create a balm to soothe my soul. Who knew that rest and creativity could transform fear? I didn’t know that on Friday as clearly as I do now.

May this insight grow and flourish. May I take the time I need to tend to my creativity.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.