Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

“Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

~ Rev. Safire Rose

She Let Go

It’s quite something to experience someone letting go. Of something, someone, a place, or even life. We are rigged for survival, and letting go does not come easy. It takes practice. That’s really what we practice in meditation; letting go. Letting go of being able to control a situation, or even affect a situation. We just breathe right on through the discomfort, which if you’ve sat in silence for a period of time, there can be plenty of.

The trick is to keep going, The irony is when you are letting go- or meditating- at some point it just happens. You get that little bit of space, where you are not longer gripping. It’s an act of faith in and of itself to stick with it. The Buddhists call this non-attachment. Jesus named it, “thy will be done.”

Are we giving up? Or maybe just giving in?

About five years ago I came across this poem, “She Let Go,”by Safire Rose.
I said to my friend, ‘I think this is what I will read at my mother’s funeral.’
She mentioned that perhaps the end of her life would not go like that- my strong willed mother might never “let go.” She raised a good point. And my mom never did stop fighting. Until she did.

Guess that’s how letting go goes. We research, we ruminate, we analyze, we survey, we pray (mostly in the form of pleading.) We do everything humanly possible to try to keep control.

But in the end, we just let go.