Letting Go
It is the season of letting go. Trees are letting go leaves, and animals are preparing
for winter. Recently I have noticed how many
ways we can experience loss. On a large scale, we see reports of wars causing widespread
destruction of human life and property and we hear of people forced to leave
their homes with few belongings. We learn of the deaths of people closer to
home, our own or loved ones of people we know. There is loss associated with ageing,
reduced mobility or energy levels. There are also smaller daily losses when
life interrupts our well-set plans and schedules. All these losses cause s greater
or lesser amount of stress and grief that we need to work through and move on
from.
Letting go is indeed painful and difficult. Years ago,
a wise person gave me some great advice for times of grief and loss. He said
that because we are physical beings, it can be very helpful to create a personalised
and practical ritual of letting go that is specific to the experience we are
going through. Our personal ritual should be something that comes from within
us, as an expression of our thoughts and emotions about the loss we are going
through.
I have found this advice most helpful at times in my
life and I have found that being creative around the experience helps to bring
about a closure and inner peace. Indeed, the Irish custom of “wakes” after the
death of a person is an example of communal ritual that gives a sense of “letting
go” to the community.
Nature teaches us to be not afraid of “letting go” as
it is part of the cycle of the seasons. Our Carmelite Saint Therese of Lisieux
talks about having “empty hands” before God, because it is only then that we
can receive something new. This attitude is one that brings hope and healing. May
we live with expectation of something new and beautiful after every “letting go”
experience that we have in life.
Lord, make me brave
Let me strengthen after pain as a tree strengthens after rain
Shining and lovely again
Lord, make me brave
As the blown grass lifts, let
me rise from sorrow with quiet eyes,
Knowing Your way is wise.
Lord, make me brave
Life brings such blinding
things.
Help me to keep my sight; help me to see aright
That out of doubt comes light.
-Author unknown
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