by Clarissa Pinkola Estes
To let go.
Some have a hard time
letting go of what is no longer,
what cannot be, what is not,
what has never been.
‘just let go,
just let go,
just let go’
scattering the platitude like confetti
immediately swept away by any wind.
What is it exactly, this letting go?
No longer allowing the eye
to be caught by the hook…
No longer fastening the lock on the door,
just letting the door swing as it will…
No longer visiting the graves
where there is no love
and no blessing in both directions…
No longer reviewing and reviewing the past,
even the last moment,
as though there will be a test.
There will not be a test, dear soul.
What is it exactly,
this letting go?
Not reading the same chapter over and over
and over and over, futilely attempting
to make the indelible facts be rewritten…
Making new memories of quality
to bathe old scars and new life…
Moving into a larger world
in which the past
is but a dot on the landscape
rather than the only continent in sight.
We all find our ways…
letting go is shaking loose,
letting go is turning
in your great coat, into a new wind
forward into new sky and open road
leaving what cannot be,
and taking all treasure
from the wreck.
Each in her own way.
Each in his own way.
This comes with love. Hang in there. No one deserves to be nailing the hem of their cloak to the crossroad that once was, but that is not now.