I haven’t written for a while.  After a surge of writing I went into a space of blog silence.  My father died suddenly a few weeks ago and though I have much to say it has been difficult to sit down to write.

As Alexander teachers and change agents we live our lives as if letting go was a state to aspire to in order to live with more ease and peace.  Since studying the Alexander Technique I believed the key to living with ease was truly letting go.  Letting go of the holding, tension and fear that keeps us smaller than we truly are and allowing space and time to expand, just a little bit, opens us to new awareness and freedom.  The ability to choose is the goal of consciousness, and consciousness is true freedom. At least that’s what I think.

Death must be the ultimate in freedom.  I have always been intrigued with what happens when we die. My belief is that it is beautiful.  I don’t believe in a hell.  I don’t believe in sin.  And I don’t believe in some divine punishment.  I believe in love, and when we stray from love, that is our own hell.  I also believe that love is what letting go is all about.  If this is true in my thinking then the ultimate letting go is a release into death.  That’s what I hope.  I hope when we die we are embraced by and released into the purest love of all.

Following is a poem that I find astoundingly beautiful I would like to leave with you.

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

~ Rev. Safire Rose