lessgravity

There are places we won’t end up ever seeing again, old friends and lovers who aren’t making future appearances, and plans that will remain the dreams of a child on a Sunday afternoon. The box of old photos is waterlogged and ruined. Errors in the ledger just won’t add up. On weekends when the seasons are shifting, it’s easy for me to let nostalgia come down like rain. And additionally, I think, there is an inherent grieving process to this putting away of the booze.

But instead of dwelling in the heaviness that sadness can assume, there is a lightness that can be embraced too; the simple, inevitable freedom of things leaving us, of the going away, of the letting go. Any natural metaphor will do – water through the valley, petals tossed in wind, fallen trees and ice floes cracking. Sometimes it’s all a letting go.

Day 18.

No one is coming to save me.

Komplex

Congrats on day 18 LG!!!!!

warrens

Very good. All is at once dissolving and yet becoming. Letting go of that which no longer serves us, while creating new karma, a new self-reinforcing approach to living that brings with it the simple joy of being. The ego hates that. The ego hates the present moment. It will always try to convince us that there is something better; "Less pain, more fun!" Could be a beer commercial...

Joy,

Warren

Snowydelrico

Nice one less gravity.
There comes a time in your life when you put all that stuff away,.
Glad you’ve put it to bed, that’s what you have to do to succeed.
No need to keep reliving the old days.
There’s a bright future to be had