Let It Go

Every year, without fail, Autumn beckons me in.

She reminds me of previous lives I’ve lived, and offers to give them voices again. I find myself grieving at this time each year, and though I feel it stirring, there’s a distance.

This grief is not mine.

It is part of a collective story, that expresses itself through what appears to be me. Sometimes, I laugh at the synchronicity and how the ego takes ownership.

While I can claim what I have been through, each of these experiences belong to you too. That is why I share them.

But, I haven’t the need to speak on the past as I once did, for I no longer embody the character I played. She left this vessel in ‘22 and at that time, the new “I” was born.

Still, I sit in remembrance of her life.

Because of her, I can affirm, that despite experiences of sufferance, we can write a new story with our awareness.

And dear family, it is time.

Let this season guide you with her cyclical release.

Let your tears fall like rain and your body shake like leaves.

Let your voice rise like wind, howling through the trees.

Let your eyes see in darkness the truth to be set free.

So it is.