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in the leaving and letting go

in the leaving and letting go

tree stump detail. copyright leonie wise

fern frond. copyright leonie wise

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i have been trying with grasping fingers to hold on to something that no longer exists… something that has crumbled to dust

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i’ve been scraping that dust into bowls, trying to make bones from the ruins, as if somehow i can pray things back into being

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i’ve been questioning the holiness of how it is

in the leaving, instead of letting go, i overlooked the love found, and chosen, right here in front of me

and here in the leaving, i get the chance to recover lost things…
+ another way to practise loving what is
+ another way to let shit go
+ another opportunity to be my own first choice

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.
– Frida Kahlo