The letting go

Oh, the letting go of life, the things we hold on to that are dear to us, the things we wish for, pray for, hope for most strongly. It seems such a big part of life to learn how to not cling to these things, how to discern which are benefiting us and which are doing us harm, which are part of the plan and which we are forcing to fit. It is a painful process, one with which we never seem to become totally comfortable, probably because it does cause pain each time we must excise something from our hearts, our lives. But on a day like today, with the bright blue sky, the little birds flitting here and there, the whisper thin clouds floating along, I feel hope mixed with my sadness. All will be well, everything will be all right. I have hope, I have joy despite sorrow, I have peace.