I received a happy update last week: Mr Darcy has officially been adopted by the person he’s been with the last couple months! He’s doing so well and they sent me a video of him playing and so happy.
So. Many. Feelings. Gratitude for his new person and all the real-life angels out there who helped him to find a great new home and helped me in this process.
And a deep letting go of the weight I’ve been holding in not knowing how he’d land in his new life.
Letting go is bittersweet. It’s not a swift cutting away. Two months out it’s a dull ache mixed with gratitude that he is safe, loved and happy. I wrote a two-page note all about him for his new person before saying goodbye and ended it with a simple prayer, now answered: May he be loved.
The windy weather today in LA was a reminder that it’s also what nature does in this season.
I resonate so deeply with the idea that ancient yogis thousands of years ago established these practices by watching nature, how our inner worlds mirror the ways of nature. That we are nature and there is harmony to be found in its ways.
Winds of fall shake loose tree leaves making way for new growth in the spring.
In yoga, letting go isn’t simply giving up. We have to know where to let go and where to hold on. Imagine a tree letting go of the ground rather than leaves.
It’s a practice of viveka, or discernment.
On the mat, we become aware of where we need to stabilize to not fall and where can we soften? The more we practice, the more we notice. Over time, we become more discerning, our actions become more fine tuned.
The same in life. Letting go doesn’t have to be dramatic. Sometimes it’s simply opening up to not knowing the answer. Or it may be doing our work with care and surrendering the results.
The chaos of these times, just like the wind, can make it easier to discern where to let go and where to hold on. Where do you choose to hold on and fortify? Where can you loosen your grip and surrender?