I am so grateful for this bunny who came into my life when I needed to embrace doing less - so I sit in the pen my husband built for us to sit in while the bunny - we named Pip - hops around and wiggles his nose and sniffs our feet - he does the bunny binky and runs and we call that the bunny zoom. His fur so soft and knowing eyes - for something so young, the wisdom and yet he comes running when he hears our voices. He seems to mock the cat’s attempt to eat him and I could spend hours just watching him grow up to be a rabbit.
When I let go... Can I really let go? I feel like a part of me is gripping so tightly. But why? What sort of attachment could I have? I think if I could really let go I would feel so free, free for new things to emerge New experiences New flavors New smells I'm tired of the old stories, they rattle around in my head bumping into new things, maybe taking up too much space. If I could let go I would feel spacious Am I afraid of that spaciousness? What could I do with nothing but empty space? How could I fill it? Would I fill it? Sometimes I wonder if I am afraid to release, let go Release control Surrender - If I could surrender all Makes me think of a hymn from my childhood I surrender all, I surrender all, all to Jesus I surrender, I surrender all... I'm not in a place where I am comfortable with Jesus - but what if I could What if I could let go of it all? Surrender makes me think of a very definite release One where you do not hold back, you do not hold on, no tension, no b...
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