Letting go

November 13, 2013

I was walking around the res.  The swans were grooming themselves in the morning sunlight, and the combination of their illumination and their mundane task was interesting.

I was thinking about the “woulda, coulda, shouldas” and letting go of the past — past wrongs, done to me or by me, past hurts, past close misses, past calamities that continue to have consequences to this day.  I then thought that regardless, we are in this moment, and figuring out what it calls for.

So all that old stuff in a very real sense doesn’t matter.

But then, too, from that point of view, none of the positive aspects of the past matter either — they don’t matter to any greater extent than past difficulties.  None of it matters.  And that, I was thinking, might be detachment.


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