Dying to Live

I'm getting ready to die, so I'm going to keep this short. This afternoon I started an intensive course on dying, but not just any old dying. I'm learning to die so I can learn how to live.

What it comes down to is this. Letting go. What's possible when we truly learn how to let go? Whether it's our clutter, our negative patterns, the stress in our bodies or our well worn emotional reactions, just imagine what could happen if we could just let go.

Let go. Five little letters spelling two little words, should be easy. Right?

Let go, let go, let go, let go, let go. How many times have I written those words furiously in my journal. Let go of the anger, let go of the blame, let go of the uncertainty, let go of the second guessing, let go of the obsession, let go of the clutter, let go of the negative beliefs. Just, let go.

When I see it written here, it sounds simple. I see a hand grasping something, and all it has to do to let go is open.

Ah... Open. Maybe it is just that simple. Open. When we let go, we open. When we open, we let go. In the opening there is space. Space for what? Well, that's up to you, what do you want to make space for?

I for one, want to make space for ME. The me that believes in myself. The me that dares to be big. The me that loves deeply. The me that wants to hug the whole world. The me that knows how to let go and receive.

So, this week, I die. I die to be me. I die to love. I die to open and in dying I say yes.

See you on the other side!