The day he first told me he was starting to disappear I didn't believe him & so he stopped & held his hand up to the sun & it was like thin paper in the light & finally I said you seem very calm for a man who is disappearing & he said it was a relief after all those years of trying to keep the pieces of his life in one place.
Later on, I went to see him again & as I was leaving, he put a package in my hand. This is the last piece of my life, he said, take good care of it & then he smiled & was gone & the room filled with the sound of the wind & when I opened the package there was nothing there & I thought there must be some mistake or maybe I dropped it & I got down on my hands & knees & looked until the light began to fade & then slowly I felt the pieces of my life fall away gently & suddenly I understood what he meant & I lay there for a long time crying & laughing at the same time.
I received this poem after a significant death in my life. I've experienced other passings since then, but it was the first one that shook me to my core. I've written about death a lot since then because I find it cathartic.
But at the very heart of this poem is another message- about letting things go.
I need to remind myself of that lesson often.
So this week, I am letting go of my dream to become a published author.
This doesn't mean I'm giving up. It simply means I'm letting the wind cradle my wish in its arms and carry it away. Far far away, to where the universe hears messages like mine and delivers on it some day. I have to believe that. So that I can get back to writing my next novel.
What are you letting go of today?
P.S. Stina and I have gotten through our FIRST WORDS WORKSHOP entries. If you'd like to be considered, email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) your first 50-100 word MG or YA entry, so we can continue on! xo