it's the dark of the moon. Time to release what we don't need in our lives.
I release fear of making others angry/unhappy/dissatisfied
I release fear of what happens if I try something new and scary
I release fear of feeling alone, feeling useless
I release fear of risking and failing
I release fear of not-enough, of lack, of scarcity
I release my attachment to four full BOXES of paperwork that are just taking up space in my life
I release my attachment to dozens of books I don't read and I give myself permission to let those go out into the world
I release my attachment to old roles I used to play, old scripts I used to follow, old masks I used to wear
I release my worry of not being good enough to even TRY
I release my worry about my future and welcome in hope
I release my sorrow at all those old paths-not-taken, the old regrets and splinters-of-the-soul.
You are obstacles. You impede my footsteps. You are hurdles to be removed. You do not serve me, I put you in the fire with the other things that are in my way. Ashes to ashes. Feed the soil with the ashes, and grow something new.
I release fear of making others angry/unhappy/dissatisfied
I release fear of what happens if I try something new and scary
I release fear of feeling alone, feeling useless
I release fear of risking and failing
I release fear of not-enough, of lack, of scarcity
I release my attachment to four full BOXES of paperwork that are just taking up space in my life
I release my attachment to dozens of books I don't read and I give myself permission to let those go out into the world
I release my attachment to old roles I used to play, old scripts I used to follow, old masks I used to wear
I release my worry of not being good enough to even TRY
I release my worry about my future and welcome in hope
I release my sorrow at all those old paths-not-taken, the old regrets and splinters-of-the-soul.
You are obstacles. You impede my footsteps. You are hurdles to be removed. You do not serve me, I put you in the fire with the other things that are in my way. Ashes to ashes. Feed the soil with the ashes, and grow something new.
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Thank you.
Sometimes I write things and it's like opening the floodgates, and words just rush out.
This was the second kind. The words needed so bad to BE that they pushed their way out.
I needed them.
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That last ... Paragraph? Stanza? ... Part, is new to me and writtwn by me but uses symbolism common in the groups I've worked with.
(Thanks!)
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