She Let Go

RELEASE (re-lease – verb): to free from confinement, bondage, obligation, pain; to let go; to free from anything that restrains; to allow to be known, issued, done, or exhibited.


Last week, I celebrated my day of birth with a releasing ceremony.  Although many do this exercise during the first full moon of the new year, my early January birthday has always seemed a powerful time to do this – bonus when it coincides with a full moon, which it has in the past.  I believe that ritual and ceremony are SO important to honour, celebrate and bring meaning to important passages in our lives – whether big or small – and that any time is a good time, when done with intention and purpose.

Space in my studio is at a premium, so I cleared an area on my window ledge and set up my little altar, including items that are symbolic to me.  Butterflies are showing up everywhere! Lavender (feminine/spiritual healing/release of energy blockage), sage (purify/cleansing), and a pinch of tobacco were mixed and bundled up in a small muslim bag along with the coiled paper of written items that needed to be released.

In previous years, I’ve lit the chiminea and sat outside, but it was -30C that day…so I lit my bundle, quickly set it out into the snow, and retreated to the warmth indoors. Through a small patch of ice-free windowpane, I watched the flames and smoke curl up into the air, releasing those things that no longer serve me.

I let them go – in a way that was symbolic and meaningful to me.

“She Let Go”

(a poem by Rev. Saphire Rose)

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear. She let go of the 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 didn’t 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 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 and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

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 and 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.

2 thoughts on “She Let Go

    1. Rosann Post author

      Thanks Deb. It’s life-work, this process of letting go.
      I’ve always loved this quote from Anais Nin:
      And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.


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