Every so often, something comes up in my life that feels bigger than me in every way possible. Some situation or feeling (or both) that I have reached the end with. In recovery we talk a lot about “turning it over”. It’s the idea that the only real way to gain perspective or understanding is to let it go.
I’ve been reading a lot of Elizabeth Gilbert lately. Most recently I have read about letting go and (just this morning) about getting our joy back. I want my joy back. The things I am struggling with have run their course. Next step: the God Box.
I started this little cardboard box years ago. In it, are the many things over the years that have left me undone. Almost to a fault, there has been resolution when I complete the simple act of quite literally “letting a thing go”. I write it down and give it over to this little container.
I’m working on a future blog post about another ritual I have around the Solstice. In winter, I am free of distractions and the things that pull me away from self. I try to focus on a ritual of letting go of things in a much more literal sense involving fire and water, earth and air. But that’s for later.
Today, I’m wondering if you have a practice or a means of letting go of the things that sit heavy on your heart. When you are at the end of your rope what do you find yourself reaching for? Or do you let go, hoping for a soft landing? My God Box is over thirty years old and I still pull it out when I need it. There is such comfort in things that endure. I hope you’ll share*