A number of people in my life are experiencing profound life-changes. A few have lost people they love; some without warning, while others bear witness to the slow agonizing process of letting go.
Some have left places — and pieces of their heart — behind.
Still others have lost jobs or ended relationships or felt family units scatter. Some have watched plans or dreams or health disintegrate.
A few have been tossed in the eye of the storm.
All involve loss of control. Letting go of the familiar and safe — our solid, known ground — and leaping a chasm, hoping to find something to cling to on the other side.
Then scrambling for a new grip. A new acceptance and shape…a way of standing alone or being in the company of others. None of it is easy.
Months ago, when I was leaping this chasm myself, a friend who knows something about finding peace in the leaving sent me this poem inspired by the gentle teaching of a hummingbird.
I’d like to share her graceful words with you. In particular, they are for all those who are navigating the leaving…in one way or another.
I like to watch leaving
leave with gladness
as it so often does
on the slender-sloped back of the broadtail,
glistening with suddenly
at the edge of goodbye.
There aren’t many things here we can hold on to
because the truth of it is
everything was made for leaving. But…
we can close our eyes like a net
around what we love
and we can remember.
© 2011 L. A. Krueger. All rights reserved.
(used with permission)