She let go…..

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Mandarin,basil and marjoram in the oil diffuser, a steaming hot cup of coffee, and two sleepy dogs by my side on the sofa.Bliss.

I awoke with this poem in my head, it is an old favorite, we talk a lot about letting go dont we? of things that no longer serve us, out dated stories about ourselves and even possessions that no longer speak to us. Not always easy, but Oh how liberating when we do! I think this poem says it rather well.

She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments. 
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, 
without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a 
book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back. 
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. 
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go. 
She didn’t journal about it. 
She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. 
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. 
She just let go.
She didn’t analyse whether she should let go. 
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. 
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. 
She didn’t call the prayer line. 
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened. 
There was no applause or congratulations. 
No one thanked her or praised her. 
No one noticed a thing. 
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. 
A small smile came over her face. 
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

The author of this poem is Rev. Safire Rose.

At the moment…..

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Hello blogging friends! So here we are on a Monday morning and its what we call in Newcastle, A canny little day! The sun is shining through my patio window and showing up all manner of dusty surface tops. Hey ho! the dusting can wait, for I have the urge to natter.

So whats going on in my little world right now? Well I am doing a lot of reading, nothing new there,however it is the season of snuggling up with a hot drink and a book, so I have stocked up! currently I am enjoying The little red chairs by one of my all time favorite Authors, Edna O’Brien. I am watching ‘How to get away with murder’ and feeling more bewildered by the day. I have developed a slight obsession with baking ( again, it will pass) and my Daughter has introduced me to the joys of  YouTube videos and we are hooked on watching baking tutorials by two local girls who own our very favorite cake shop Pet Lamb Patisserie they are so good and such fun! it is fabulous seeing young girls living out their dreams,pop over and see their website and blog.Speaking of websites and blogs, I am a little bit in love with Selfish Mother and am coveting one of her sweatshirts . Apparently some celebs have been seen wearing them.

This morning I am making up some super healthy vegetable and lentil soup, trying to atone for all the aforementioned cake making! I am pottering in the home (I will dust, I promise) I am burning Rosemary and lemon oil for upliftment and lighting candles in the kitchen, eating far too many satsumas, daydreaming about being stinking rich and waiting for news on the job front.Changes are afoot I can feel it, it is time. Have a good week everyone!

Now where is that duster?