My Ponderings – Letting Go

My Ponderings – Letting Go

I’ve been thinking of what subject to write my next blog about and then feeling inspired by Tosha Silver with her fabulous book, ‘Outrageous Openness’. I got an inner nudge from the ether to write about my everyday pondering.

So dear reader here I am writing this blog and inviting you to come into my world and experience. My everyday thoughts that sometimes whisper, sometimes shout for attention to be considered. 

I hope you will find my everyday pondering useful and entertaining and above all, just human!!

The other day I was pruning a little rose plant that a friend had gifted me, when the thought entered my mind.
I was cutting the old dried up roses and leaves, and the thought was that in order for something new to have room to grow we must prune and discard the old. 

Even beautiful roses can get dried up and need to be cut, just like good material things in our lives if we scrabble to hoard and keep them.

Clutch at them sooner or later those things will become old and stale, gathering dust and accumulating in the palaces of the heart and home.

Old patterns, comforts, even successes by holding on, we become stuck. Like the plant that would not have room to grow and flourish and create new blossom.

If you observe nature the seasons changing reveal that it hold onto nothings, everything moves through its open hands.

Here in the UK we are experiencing winter in its depth, death is all around us. Everything is asleep all trees are pruned by the invisible forces of nature. Without death, there can be no birth, no renewal, the cycles continue for birth to occur in spring. We as human see the forces of nature working around us but why do we not reflect on how we are so interconnected.

Do we not go through cycles in our own lives, without the pruning and death of the old, how would there be room for the new?

Khalil Gibran – The Prophet on Love
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

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