When I began this blog several years ago, I wondered if I might run out of ways to keep talking about this topic. It seemed that I, or you the readers, would at some point tire of the conversation or say, “Enough, I get it already…” Well, neither of those have materialized. The practice of breathing in and breathing out each rhythmic cycle is itself a reminder that we’re each taking in what we need and letting go of what we don’t; mostly without giving it a lot of thought, though we’re perpetually in the act of “letting go” in order to stay alive.
I know that in similar ways, though more complex, we are asked to consider doing the same in relationships as well, and often no more direct is this on-going fulcrum that we call parenting. As I write this I am processing the feelings of being in dialogue with my young adult daughter about an international work assignment she is pursuing. Feelings of gratitude and pride for her work ethic which has paved the way for this assignment sit alongside feelings of sadness for the time away that will inhibit us having regular face-to-face interactions.
This felt so resonant in a recent offering on the On Being blog by Lea Gibson. Her interaction with her daughter, and her own recognition of the work she needs to do, ring deeply true to our never-ending place in this conversation. As always, it is my hope that you can find your own story in the story.
Peace for the Journey ~ Dane.