“What is this precious love and laughter
budding in our hearts?
It is the sound of
a soul waking up!
Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens
with a love like that,
It lights up the whole sky.”
My Soul Woke Up
I started a series on addiction five weeks ago, with the post “Do You Know Why Managing Addiction Doesn’t Work?” Throughout the five weeks, we did some visiting with our Pooh friends (mostly Rabbit and Tigger) and we did a whole lot of LOSING things. But here’s the thing, I didn’t set out to write a series on anything. And I sure didn’t set out to inspect my internal landscape in such a way that I would become unrecognizable to myself.
My internal landscape had become overgrown with weeds. It wasn’t until I suggested to you that together we lose our disciplined approach, our masks, our adult-like tendencies…that I truly started to regain myself. See, I had planted so many self-imposed expectations, only to reap stagnation.
Then my soul woke up.
I had planned on using the Hafiz poem above in last week’s post, but I pulled it as soon as I heard Wayne Dyer quote it on stage. I had the pleasure of hearing Dr. Dyer speak at a conference last weekend, and my gut told me to pull the poem as soon as I heard him speak it. There was something I was supposed to sit with in that poem.
Sitting With Love
A pure love.
A pure love in which you love yourself enough that you feel the love and hear the laughter that is budding in your heart.
What is your heart
When you look over the list of things I suggested we lose, which is speaking loudest to you? Which 1-2 or maybe three items will help you feel the love and hear the laughter that is budding in your heart?
Like me, was it losing, letting go of, the disciplined approach and the role you normally play? Those are my two biggies. Or was it losing, letting go of, the mask you don each morning? How about losing, letting go of, the false notion that you’re in control? Or losing, letting go of, your adult-like tendencies? Was it not caring, letting go of, what others think of you? (Ouch! I heard from several of you — that seems to be a toughy.) Or was it losing, letting go of, the constant questions?
Has This Whole Practice of Losing Been an Exercise In Letting Go?
Since practicing letting go of each of them, with my attention keenly on letting go of my disciplined approach and the role I had assigned myself, I feel the Hafiz poem as I hadn’t before. I feel how loving myself has woken up my soul.
You can’t practice Letting Go as I’m suggesting and not expect your outside world to look different. The first thing that looked different for me was the cup I used to drink my tea. It may sound trivial, but it’s true. I used the same cup every day. It was the perfect size, shape, with the perfect brim and handle. It was so perfect, I was glad I had bought two, as traveling back to London to find this exact cup would not be easy if I were to accidentally lose or break one. I always had a back-up. Each morning since consciously letting go of my disciplined approach, I have used a different cup, with much resistance at first, and now with no resistance what-so-ever.
Big deal. It’s a cup. But it is a big deal! Just look at the doors it opened… First, I reorganized my entire office. I organized it in such a way that was still functional (like all of the other cups I chose), but also whimsical, reminding myself not to be so rigid. Then I headed into my closet. I got rid of 50% of my clothes and shoes. Fifty freakin‘ percent! As you know, that’s HUGE! At the time I didn’t know why I did it, all I knew is that my heart told me to; I decided not to question it: more letting go. Then I hired someone to completely overhaul our garage: build shelving, organize tools, give away junk, create a ‘sell’ pile.
I was systematically letting go. I was clearing clutter, making room for new, fresh space. Literal space in my home and figurative space between my ears — space to hear my inner voice. So I wasn’t surprised when on a Thursday afternoon while taking a Pilates class, I heard a voice in my head say, Leslie, you could teach this class! — and on the following day the owner of the studio asked me if I had ever considered becoming a Pilates instructor. My training officially kicks off next weekend.
Clear your clutter. Make room in your mind for change. Open your heart, clearing a pathway to hear its messages. It’s all letting go.
Dare to Live
The day I returned from the conference where I heard Wayne Dyer quote the Hafiz poem that was not yet ripe for last week’s TLT post, but is today, I happened to see this Tweet by Maya Angelou: “I had to trust life, since I was young enough to believe that life loved the person who dared to live it.”
Life does love you. And life loves me too. Let’s dare to live it!
As I’m out living life, I won’t be seeing you as often. For the first time in almost two and a half years, I’m letting go of something else: my writing schedule here on TLT. Although I will continue to write every day, because I love it so, my writing will be focused on my book — that’s what my heart is telling me to do.
With no writing schedule for my blog, I’ll continue to share when I share, it just won’t be every Sunday. If you haven’t subscribed, I encourage you to join now, that way you’ll simply receive an email directly to your inbox with any new posts (never any spam). Posts only. You won’t miss a one.
I hope you join me as I continue the practice of letting go.
As I sign off today, loop back with me to Tigger for just a moment please. Let’s ALL consider embracing his favorite phrase:
The Most Wonderful Thing About Tiggers is…
I’m The Only One!
Yes, YOU are the only one!
You are the only one with your special talents, and your special gifts. What a beautiful self-image!