Comb with Putti and Sea Creatures, Italian, late 11th–early 12th century, elephant ivory, Public Domain
let it go – the
e.e. cummings
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear
so comes love
Creative Invitation
I have an old friend who tattooed these words on her breast:
“let all go
dear—
so comes love”
I thought it was the most beautiful tattoo I’d ever seen. At the time, she was in her twenties, working at Bookwoman bookstore by day and in the service industry by night, hosting potluck brunches at her tiny tilted apartment, going to community college, scraping by. Now, twenty years later, she is a medical doctor of transgender healthcare in New York City.
I’d love to ask her what she let go of to become herself.
I’d love to ask you what you let go of to become yourself.
What letting go was required to become you, authentically?
What you are next willing to let go of in the service of wholeness?
For the first 40 years of my life I didn't hold on to many things and in some cases people too. I had many addresses in the north, south, west and south of the border, riding the waves in planes, cars and walking on random paths. The next almost 40 years I started holding on to many things and people. Now I'm slowly learning how to let go, again. Sometimes it takes a lot of energy and other times it's as simple as opening my hand to let things slip away into the air, through my fingers. The hardest is letting go of beloved people who no longer can be held any where except in memory. I keep becoming myself over and over again.
Letting go can be gut-wrenching, but it’s how we grow.