Let It Be, Let It Be.
I often write about problems, grief, challenges, the ways a heart can open and why it closes.
The other day I was getting a massage (groupon Christmas gift) and I had an “A-ha” moment. I realized if I let love flow then everything else will fall into place.
Most of my current challenges are financial.
When I look around at what others have to reckon with, I know I am blessed. Yet, it does not keep me from wondering how we will pay what bill and when.
I have let go, a lot.
The funny thing is, if you don’t have it, you can’t spend it.
Now the picture is not that dismal. We have all the perks of modern day life though no savings. We have no children. We don’t have a lot of places to turn to for help and while we manage to keep a flow and some bills, well, others may just not get paid.
But that moment with my feet being rubbed, I realized what my teacher has been telling me.
Love is energy. Love is light.
Money is a manifestation of energy.
I can live in worry and lack, or I can live in what we have now.
I can celebrate:
I celebrate the love I live in my marriage. I celebrate my friends. I celebrate doing what I love for a living: teaching yoga. I celebrate my vocation: writing. I can celebrate the sun rise and on a clear night I see the moon from my window and when I cannot see it, I feel it in my heart. I celebrate that I have choices. I celebrate my dad who I can always call and share what I’ve accomplished and know inside and out he’ll be happy and proud.
I don’t mean to sound corny or idealistic.
I believe anything can happen.
Tragedy hits all and does not discriminate. I know what I have today could be gone tomorrow.
I believe that if I continue to grow love as the foundation for all my actions, thoughts and words, that light will continue to lead the way.
I believe if I let go of worry, if I let go of control, I believe the sense of peace we all yearn for will be mine.
I believe I will blossom:
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.And the eyes of those two Indian poniesDarken with kindness.They have come gladly out of the willowsTo welcome my friend and me.We step over the barbed wire into the pastureWhere they have been grazing all day, alone.They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happinessThat we have come.They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.There is no loneliness like theirs.At home once more,They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,For she has walked over to meAnd nuzzled my left hand.She is black and white,Her mane falls wild on her forehead,And the light breeze moves me to caress her long earThat is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.Suddenly I realizeThat if I stepped out of my body I would breakInto blossom.
And no one said it better than The Beatles:
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Ed: Brianna Bemel