Settle.
Ground yourself.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Welcome to a hit of hope.
Everything goes.
Everything.
This breath,
This moment,
This life.
Everything goes.
Sit with this.
Be with this season when it comes.
When it demands that everything goes.
Sit.
Still.
When you are asked to let go.
When you have been stripped down to the bone.
If you have to,
Take some time to feel defeated.
To surrender to the sorrow and pain.
Sit.
Breathe.
Inhale.
Exhale.
When you've been stripped down to the bone,
Can you see that there is actually some spaciousness in that?
Then can you hold on to that spaciousness,
Staying curious?
Light.
When the season of letting go comes,
Can you be alive at your core?
When that season comes,
Can you resist clinging to what should be or wallow in what has been?
Do not let yourself grow rotten with clinging,
With fear,
With misery.
In this new space that has been created,
See what is.
Let things happen.
When you face such a season,
May you find quiet.
When you face such a season,
May you find clarity.
In such a reckoning,
May you surrender and ground.
And may you remember.
A new season is already on its way.
Namaste.