Sometimes in this cleaning out and releasing there is great pain as we encounter some objects that represented connection to a person or a cherished time now gone. Holding on to the love letters written by a former Relationship now a thing of the ethers isn't going to help create open, new space for a new love. Holding on to my long-departed aunt's embroidered table linens that I never use and never will use will not bring her physical self back into my experience. If these linens brought me joy, it would be one thing, but I am holding on to them out of a sense of duty to preserving her memory. There are times I cringe a little at the thought of taking them to the thrift store, as though by even thinking about unburdening myself of them, God would reach down from the firmament and thump me on the head in disapproval.
Today is a good day to let go of pain.
Serene beauty in the abstract emptiness of waiting possibility. It is a good time to decide to live in joy brought by the determination to do so. Time to sing a new song. Perhaps even pain is optional, some say that is so. I know that it is.