A new friend sat in the stuffed chair in the beaverwood studio and expounded on her personal philosophy of handling the unforeseen vicissitudes of life. It was a philosophy borne not from books, degrees, academies, trainings, pews or consultants. Rather, it had been shaped through experiences, searing experiences.<\/p>\n
She expounded not a novel philosophy, but the way in which she articulated it, crystallized its meaning. Total lucidity.<\/p>\n
I listened to someone like I’ve never listened before. Her words sounded almost verse-like.<\/p>\n
It was all about \u201cletting go,\u201d she said, and the extraordinary struggle that authentic\u201cletting go\u201d entails. She clearly had mastered the act. It was like an aura around her.<\/p>\n
In the last two years, I have struggled mightily with \u201cletting go.\u201d At various points, I thought I had, only to wake up at dawn or midnight or walking down the beach at high noon, and realizing I had not.<\/p>\n
Is the ultimate in \u201cletting go\u201d like setting fire to a burn pile and watching it go up in flames? Or is it more subtle than that? A burn pile metaphor almost seems too theatrical. Maybe it’s just like the leave carried away by the wind with no one around to witness it, let alone care.<\/p>\n
In the Bonnie and Clyde book, I ask myself the question: \u201cWhat is the final thing I must let go?\u201d<\/p>\n
When I asked that, I didn’t know. I still don’t. But my conversation with my new friend awakened me to the fact that I still have not completed the final act.<\/p>\n
It will emerge. Or appear instantly<\/p>\n
(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n\n A new friend sat in the stuffed chair in the beaverwood studio and expounded on her personal philosophy of handling the unforeseen vicissitudes of life. It was a philosophy borne not from books, degrees, academies, trainings, pews or consultants. Rather, it had been shaped through experiences, searing experiences. She expounded not a novel philosophy, but […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3965,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[125,348],"class_list":["post-3964","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","tag-friends","tag-letting-go","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3964","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3964"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3964\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3967,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3964\/revisions\/3967"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3965"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3964"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3964"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3964"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}