A very wise man who was an inspiration to all posted this poem a while ago. PapaBear was his name. Sometimes we find comfort and inspiration in the.simplest of things. Mary.
She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear. She let go of the judgements.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the right reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didnt ask anyone for advice.
She didnt read a book on how to let go. She didnt search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didnt promise to let go.
She didnt journal about it.
She didnt write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didnt check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didnt analyze whether she should let go.
She didnt call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didnt do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didnt call the prayer line.
She didnt utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasnt good and it wasnt bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
Oh Mary,
I miss Papa Bear too. I hope he's doing well.
I miss Papa Bear too. I hope he's doing well.
Hi Mt, I wish he would come back. It's not the same without him! Hope you've been doing okay Mt....Mary
When I was at my lowest, no longer able to cope with my son's drug use and searching for people who understood what I was feeling ... I found this forum. This poem was one of the things I printed out and look at from time to time to remind myself why I let my son and his problems go. I finally realized, after many years of fighting the inevitable, that I had to think of myself and could no longer hold onto the hopes and dreams of what might have been for my son. He made his choices and I couldn't swim against the current of his life stream or I would drown. It was destroying me and there was no other answer but to heal myself or sink and die.
Thought I would bump this to the top. It made a lot of sense to me.
Thought I would bump this to the top. It made a lot of sense to me.
I miss Papa Bear and Con on this forum! They both gave me such incite and strength!
This poem was a great inspiration to me, especially when I first joined here and was so uncertain about the advice given.
How could I let go of my son ? How could I move on and have a life? How could I stop enabling him and make changes in my life? In my heart I knew that the advice they gave me was right, and as difficult as it was, I needed to "let go"!
They were terrific members on this forum and i really miss them!
Lori
This poem was a great inspiration to me, especially when I first joined here and was so uncertain about the advice given.
How could I let go of my son ? How could I move on and have a life? How could I stop enabling him and make changes in my life? In my heart I knew that the advice they gave me was right, and as difficult as it was, I needed to "let go"!
They were terrific members on this forum and i really miss them!
Lori
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Thanks Bugs! This poem always renews my strength and makes me think if she could do this then so can I. I enjoyed reading your posts on Richs post about detaching with love. How true! Wishing you well, Mary.
A poem to help us take a deep breath and let go...<3
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