Separation
Often it seems, I have been striving forever. There is a yearning, stretching and reaching that goes from infinity to infinity.
It feels like some kind of eternal responsibility laying on my shoulders - to extend, attend and intend. If I don’t do it, who will?
But who am “I” to do all this anyway? Maybe the yearning, stretching and reaching is coming in as much as seeming to go out.
Maybe something else is extending, attending and intending toward me just as fervently as I am toward it!
To see it this way takes some of the load off my shoulders.
Is it that I want the connection, or that the connection wants me?
just letting go
and trusting the process
to fulfill its own way
in its own way
is better
And what helps in letting go is this:
how much
and
how long
that separation
has
been
hurting.
Whoa! To willingly feel how much and for how long...that separation has been hurting...
ReplyDeletethere is a yearning, stretching and reaching that goes from infinity to infinity.
Woah again!
Just this past weekend, I let my father go. I found peace and integration in 2 days out of 40 years, in the most beautiful parts of God's country, without having to try. I couldn't find the words, nor did I want to focus too much on the process, lest I lose the thread. 'Knowing' has brought too much 'not knowing' in the past, and, for once, I've foregone it as a first recourse. Your words say it all. Thank you.
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