She Let Go

she let go, she let go

she let go

She let go of the laundry and wore her jeans more than once, or twice, till she discovered clothes she had not worn in years, and she was complimented on her unique style, simply for letting go ~

She let go of the obligation to smile on cue and smiling instead as it occurred to her, and made friends with those who smiled in return. They thought she was friendly. She thought they had smiled first and she let go of knowing who was more the friendly one ~

She let go of her schedule and started reading recipe books like they contained the secrets of the past, for they did, and she cooked deliciousness born out of curiosity ~

She let go of trying to belong to anyone and she fell deeper in love with the one who loved her freely in return ~

She let go of her need to instruct and spoke less and then, when she did, she found that her son listened. Ah, who are we kidding, he didn’t, but at least she was no longer exhausted from spilling her words incessantly beneath his. She let go and found she had more energy for the love that burst from her heart, and that got through to the boy, more than anything she ever had uttered before.

She let go of her identity and staying truer to the soul that flickered inside her flesh, till it lit her from within. The flame was so full it took her breath away. Now I have become one with all that is, she thought, and even that idea, she let go.