She Let Go
I didn’t write this. I wish I did. It’s most often credited to someone named Rev. Safire Rose. Whoever wrote it…I had to share it with you guys, my precious readers…because it’s one of the most beautiful passages I’ve ever read about letting go.
Without a thought or a word, she let go. She let go of fear. She let go of judgments. 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 didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She just let go. She let go of all 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 didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go. She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t 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 wasn’t good. It wasn’t 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.
The day that I let go, was the day that I lived. The day I chose life over everything else. On the 31st October 2011, I fell ill. 3 days later, I was rushed to the emergency room with a headache so sever, I thought my head was about to explode. I was diagnosed with a blood clot on my brain. After several months of being ill and fighting for life, for my sanity, I decided to let go! It was in the quietness of the beach nearby my parents home of Betty’s Bay, Cape Town, South Africa, hearing the waves the crashing on the shore as the sun beat down on my fragile body, that I breathed for the first time a breath of newness, of relief. It was in this moment, that I let go! I simply just sat there and felt the renewness of my spirit taking over my body. And for the first time in my adult life, I feel alive! Free! And happy! I was 32!
At 33 I took a leap of faith. Left behind anything and everything that was not good to me, good for me. At 33 & a half, I am stronger, blessed and happier. And I don’t need things or people to define me or decide for me how I should feel or what I should feel. Going back in my journals, about 4 years ago I found a statement that I’d written – “Free at 33!” It’s funny how when I decided to let go…I became free!
I am a single woman! I am happy. I am free! I have let go! But most importantly, I am Ruth September – the one & only!
Thank you for your words of wisdom. Your heartfelt messages inspire me to be a better me. And in turn, I can only hope and pray that because of the way you have touched my soul, I would be able to touch someone else’s spirit or soul.
Keep doing what you are doing.
I love this, thank you for sharing it with us. Ruth thank you for sharing your story I am so happy you are free, much love to you. Gill x
This is BEAUTIFUL. It has filled my spirit. Thank you for sharing.
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