Showing posts with label letting go. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letting go. Show all posts

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Again



Buffalo Mountain Va- Nov 7, 2011 by Anne Campbell 

I am sitting around watching the seasons change.   
I like to stay put, I admit it. 
I can linger longer than most. I am a great lingerer. 
Watching the clouds blow in
is enough change for me.

I look at all the leaves that have "let go", but ponder about the ones still "holding on".

I do a bit of both- letting go and holding on. I tend toward holding on. I do the letting go part slowly and reluctantly.  And usually I am ok with that. But when my faith gets replaced by fear, slow letting go, gives way to feet dragging and lethargy. When my faith stops short, worry steps in. I know, I know... how unenlightened. Silly me, I was not done with summer, let alone autumn. I was  happy with a husband who was not traveling. I was enjoying the long evenings filled with soft light. Now the husband is away all of November and they took away one hour of light in the evening.
 
I am watching the season go, in bits, from autumn toward winter. That enfolding of one season into another is a great mystery to me. How does  one thing become another?  How can something be here and then go away?  The balance of holding on and letting go. Again.

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Today's post from my other blog(A small stone Gathering).  Each day I find one thing and basically photograph it with words. And usually I "cheat" and take a photo with my phone - just to prompt me along..

November 13, 2011- Small Stones 
impressions  by  Teri H Hoover


The sun peered out hazily 
obscured by a cataract of clouds,
  Making little impression. 










Friday, November 12, 2010

Waiting to be Remembered


Backyard Garden, Blacksburg, VA- Nov 12, 2010

A Patiently Waiting Teapot


I let go
of believing

I should be something different to be loved.


 I let go
of tightly held
beliefs
that I must be something more.


In being emptied my heart is filled.

Full of thanks
Thankful  




I return later to see I have left the lunchtime teapot-

It makes me smile as I carry the teapot back inside. It feels warm from the uncharacteristically warm November sunshine. 
And so do I.






Let's see ...



T
hanks for being here.