I love the imagery in this poem so much, particularly the tissue paper and the bareness. I also love the gentleness, the reminder that sometimes we let go gradually because to do anything else would be so painful. A couple of years ago when my dear friend moved away suddenly, a therapist advised me to write a letter to her, letting go of our friendship. I wasn't ready to do that. I didn't want to let go of our friendship. I still am made that she let go of our friendship. I clung, I cling, and over time new buds have emerged, new beautiful friendships that I cherish. Still, there's a little unhealed place, and I don't want to poke it. It's been through enough.
Longtime lover and sharer of James’ poetry, and delighted that you two are connected here! Thanks to you both for spurring a needed thought for me today on letting go of a role I’ve found myself in by default. Grateful.
Love that you and James connected and he could be a guest pocketful writer! I hope you have a lovely rest and it offers you just the nourishment you are looking for. Love your way! <3
I love this. It rings so true for me in my experience. I am someone who struggles so deeply to accept and embrace change and often it’s only in hindsight that I can look back with gratitude for the changes that have occurred. Even right now as I enter into a new season of change I feel like I’m a little kid whose hand is slowly being pryed open one finger at a time to let go of what is and only then will I be able to see the next thing in front of me.
That's such a beautiful poem. The meditation on letting go resonates with me even more now than it might normally since I use the new year to rethink my patterns, habits, and reflect on how I'd like the next year to be different. I'm thankful for the reminder to let go of things no longer serving me while acknowledging the beauty of life as it is.
I love the metaphor of the beech trees and the grace that is offered when we do hold on. I like the invitation of the new year as a time of reflection to remember the beauty and perhaps try and make a few revisions.
I love the imagery in this poem so much, particularly the tissue paper and the bareness. I also love the gentleness, the reminder that sometimes we let go gradually because to do anything else would be so painful. A couple of years ago when my dear friend moved away suddenly, a therapist advised me to write a letter to her, letting go of our friendship. I wasn't ready to do that. I didn't want to let go of our friendship. I still am made that she let go of our friendship. I clung, I cling, and over time new buds have emerged, new beautiful friendships that I cherish. Still, there's a little unhealed place, and I don't want to poke it. It's been through enough.
So honored that you shared this, Mary! Thanks for allowing me to be a Guest Pocket. ;)
So happy you are here and gracing us with your gorgeous poetry and deep reflection. Thank you!
Mary, so glad you’re taking this time for yourself. You set a good example for self care
You do too! Thanks for the courage!
Longtime lover and sharer of James’ poetry, and delighted that you two are connected here! Thanks to you both for spurring a needed thought for me today on letting go of a role I’ve found myself in by default. Grateful.
Thank you so much, Julie!
Love that you and James connected and he could be a guest pocketful writer! I hope you have a lovely rest and it offers you just the nourishment you are looking for. Love your way! <3
Back at you. I’m saving you a spot here when you are ready to share something. Thank for cheering on my rest. Sending love back.
Thank you, dear Claire!
I love this. It rings so true for me in my experience. I am someone who struggles so deeply to accept and embrace change and often it’s only in hindsight that I can look back with gratitude for the changes that have occurred. Even right now as I enter into a new season of change I feel like I’m a little kid whose hand is slowly being pryed open one finger at a time to let go of what is and only then will I be able to see the next thing in front of me.
Thank you for sharing this. I struggle with change too. Often I dig my heals in before considering possibilities. Hugs for you!
I think we are all like that little kid with their hand being pried open, Jamie. We want to feel we are good at letting go, but it's hard daily work.
So wise.
Thanks for being here Donna. I’m curious what the prompt made you think of if you are game to share.
Some personal things to think more about.
Thinking about letting go and holding on sure does that. Thanks for reading! I wish you some peace as you navigate.
This read was beautiful!!
I’m so glad you liked it. Thanks for leaving such a lovely comment.
That's such a beautiful poem. The meditation on letting go resonates with me even more now than it might normally since I use the new year to rethink my patterns, habits, and reflect on how I'd like the next year to be different. I'm thankful for the reminder to let go of things no longer serving me while acknowledging the beauty of life as it is.
I love the metaphor of the beech trees and the grace that is offered when we do hold on. I like the invitation of the new year as a time of reflection to remember the beauty and perhaps try and make a few revisions.