Letting go of your past and some of the memories can sometimes be very hard. Even though those old memories can be tormenting you might find yourself still holding on to the past, and this prevents you from moving forward in anything you try to do. It will simply serve as a concrete roadblock to allowing yourself to explore new possibilities and to move forward into the life you truly desire.
ďThe knowledge of the past stays with us. To let go is to release the images and emotions, the grudges and the fears, the clinging and the disappointments of the past that bind our spirit.Ē ~ Jack Kornfield
Here's a poem I found about letting go . . .
She Let Go
She 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 Ďrightí reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didnít ask anyone for advice. She didnít read a book on how to let goÖ She didnít 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 didnít promise to let go.
She didnít journal about it.
She didnít write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didnít check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didnít analyze whether she should let go.
She didnít call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didnít do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didnít call the prayer line.
She didnít 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 wasnít good and it wasnít 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.
Hereís to giving ourselves the gift of letting goÖ
The author of this poem is unclear. A few sites list Ernest Holmes as the author, another Jennifer Eckert Bernau and still another Rev. Safire Rose.
I hope that you saw the simplicity in it all as you read it. We can do this. . .
ďProblems assault us to the degree they preoccupy us. The key to release and inner freedom is not the elimination of all external difficulties. It is letting go of our pattern of reactions to those difficulties.Ē
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