Last Friday I had a reunion with a friend who shared a lot of stories and tales and general good-ness which was really really good, since I'd been feeling overly agitated about a work-situation.
I'd been trying to let go but really sucking at it.
There's a saying:
Letting Go doesn't need to be practiced,
it just needs to be done.
Right. really sucking at it
John was telling me a story about tigers and lions on each side of a person, while said person,who happens to be hanging from a cliff, enjoys the juice and sweetness of a wild strawberry.
Lions, tiger, cliff hanging, wild strawberry.
Our visit was all of an hour and then John left. I don't know when I'll see him again. The last time was at least twenty years ago.
But here's the thing/And this is not new stuff.
In each moment we making offerings to all we meet:
the one you find so damn difficult
not you, of course.
What we offer sticks, one way or the other.
What we offer, however brief the exchange, matters.
Not in a life-shattering way, although it could be, I suppose. You could, by accident? burst out at your lover or child something so awful, create such a disturbance, they will never forget it.
John said, "Let go. More."
Then he laughed. John = grin-master and Boddhisattva.
I felt a wave of peace float through me, or more true,
I was the wave of peace. for about ten seconds.
I've written it down so I can breathe let go more while at work or home, or when that familiar agitation begins to arise,
remember those darling worries?
fear doubt judgement freak-out agitation
For today: be your own wave of peace