I was reminded today of the lyrics from the song “Let Go” by Frou Frou… here’s a link to their entirety, but here’s a really key phrase from the song’s chorus:
“So, let go, so let go
Oh well, what you waiting for?
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown
So, let go, yeah let go
Just get in
Oh, it’s so amazing here
It’s all right
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown”
As humans, Americans, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, friends and acquaintances, we – myself definitely included – try so hard to hold on. Our culture seems to emphasize control. It puts world-class athletes – those who exert the most ability to control their sport – on a pedestal. Successful leaders are exalted – especially those who control difficult situations. Personal triumphs over situations – control – are praised.
But really there is so little we can control. One of my favorite phrases to tell Madison is “You can never control what anyone else does… heck, we can barely control what WE do or what happens to us…”
Important point – letting go does NOT mean giving up! Letting go means resigning yourself to find enjoyment in the daily fluctuations and challenges in life. To realize that you always have a choice. To embrace the unpredictability of life. If you can find contentment – notice I didn’t mean always finding happiness – in this unpredictability, you’re much more likely to BE happy, to make better decisions. To not be driven by fear, to not be driven by shame. To forgive yourself and others for things that happened that you may not have wanted, but realize that you have to learn to accept it regardless.
Letting go can change your life – it has mine at the times when I embrace its concepts. Maybe it can even change those around you – when they wonder what that spark in your eyes is, what that radiant joy you seem to always have is.
If you’re apathetic about your world, you’ve given up on the idea of your life and existence changing anything. If you complain about government but don’t vote, you’ve given up that your vote matters. If you find yourself unhappy with, say, your sibling’s choices, you’re holding on too tightly.
And maybe we should let go – and find some joy in it. Because there is a beauty in the breakdown that comes from releasing the control you don’t have. And if you know me and see me doing this – remind me to let go. I’ll try to do the same for you. 🙂
The pounding of ground is muted only by the clamouring of colliding sticks. Feet intermix in a chaotic exchange. One is standing, alone in an archway except for her, the arch is painted on the grass. Approaching shirts sway in the cool dry breeze. Shouts of “shoot!” penetrate the warm spring air. Without a cloud in the sky, she shoots and scores! And back to midfield they go again. Some dejected, some elated. But all is right with the world in this moment. And I pray those cheering their kids also remember this.
Title shamelessly stolen from Peter Gabriel. 🙂
In your eyes there is sadness,
and I want to wash it away.
In your eyes there is kindness,
the likes of which the world rejoices.
In your eyes there is confusion,
and I want to comfort you.
In your eyes there is passion,
and I want to kiss you today.
Your eyes are open to the world,
and I yearn for you each day.
Inspired by my mini-roses, blooming beautifully and a friend.
If I were a rose, what color would I be?
Red is for love – we all know love.
White for purity, innocence and beginnings.
Purple for love at first sight, but what if we can’t see?
Blue is desirable, but unattainable,
Blue being a color nature doesn’t hue.
But what about black? Well – I like black.
Black stands for death – oh, I take it back.
Then what about me? What color should I be?
None could be so lovely as peach,
Which stands for modesty, within reach.
Peach – that’s what I’ll be.
Till black comes for me.
Bolts of lightning are dancing a beautiful dangerous dance from cloud to cloud, exposing for a moment their parental cloud’s inner density, then extinguished forever, its life expended in a flash of brilliance. Then, FLASH! A neighboring cloud roars to life. “I remember thee, brother. I hope my light reminds them of your greatness”.
Written on the way into Jacksonville as an incredible lightning storm raged nearby.
The sun is rising, determined to spread its mighty glow across the dark heavens. At first it was a low glow in the east, waking the Atlantic waves, but now it spreads its fiery glow in a dramatic line across the horizon with shades and hues of red, orange and yellow. Soon its orb, elongated by the curve of our planet, will rise and be mighty. As it continues its ascention, its shape becomes more distinct, its colors less emotional, instead content with its job now- not to awaken and motivate, but light our lives and remind us that there is so much so much more powerful than we.