Letting go.

When we moved 4 years ago, I packed and hauled SO much stuff. Only because I thought it was my ‘identity’. These pieces and parts of my past, they had to come along. Perhaps because it is proof that I lived? Parts of my life in the past? I was the keeper of the ‘piece’. But WHO cares about it besides me? As long as my memory holds out, I can remember the things I was involved in. Trivial as they were, they live in my heart.

So now I have the job of cleaning the closets that hold these boxes of past ‘treasures’. Time to let them go.


Up in smoke — before I change my mind!  The pages turning, one by one, with the heat of the flame. The snowbank turning sooty around it. I could see the words as they fell. But this time it didn’t hurt. It was time.

Getting older is a time of letting go. As much as I hate the thought, it’s reality.  Mourning happens on a lot of different levels. I still mourn things that are gone. But today’s leaving was OK. And as I left the ash pile, fresh snow fell…turning the ground white once more. A nice confirmation.

Why do I struggle so with my identity– when I KNOW whom I belong to?

Please let my heart hold that ONE true thing.


Moments. They are ALL we have. They are all we are promised in this life. With sorrows all around us, how do we live and cherish each moment? I am still learning. So many years behind me…never knowing how many before me. I need to cling to today. Only today.

dew drop moments (8x10, 11x14, 16x20)

I was given a gift this week. A bracelet made from copper and Unakite. This stone’s nickname is ‘living in the now’. Finding the beauty. How appropriate. How beautiful.


My prayer this morning is to not waste these fleeting moments I am gifted with, however that might unfold.

To simply be aware.  And thankful.