Three years ago today, something happened that changed many lives, including mine. It was the start of three weeks of clinging to the hope that it would ‘work out’.
It didn’t.
Not in the way we all hoped and prayed for.
I sit here, today, in bed, enjoying one of my slow mornings, and am reminded of the biggest gift I got from those three weeks: To fill life with Life.
To do that, I’ve come to understand the wisdom of letting go to let come.
This concept has been with me for the past ten years, becoming important to me a year or so later, at a time when my life also took a turn that I’d not intentionally sought.
Hoping it would ‘work out’, it didn’t.
Not in the way I’d hoped and prayed for.
And at the same time… both those times (and many other!), it has worked out. Just not in the way I thought, hoped and prayed for.
Still.
Through letting go (of plans and hopes and aspirations, of my need to make things happen a special—my—way, of regret and sorrow for what won’t ever be) I open for letting come that which will be, new experiences and dreams of life.
These two events have shaped me.
Have given me ample opportunity to delve deep within.
And as I seized those opportunities, life changed.
I changed. (Or rather, became more me.)
I’ve opened. Within and without.
I let go, and then… I let come.
And what came was the greatest gift of all.