To Let Go

The smell of the petunias is particularly strong this morning. A welcome diversion from the gnats and the grass pollen that are torturing me. The church bell just rang next door, calling the good parishioners in from there last smoke break. With the mornings laundry already hung, all I got to worry about now is what to fix for supper. Without a cloud in the sky, apparently every motorcyclist in South Georgia is riding US 280 enjoying the beautiful weather. I suppose we should take any moment of pleasure where we can. With bombs dropping everywhere and food prices starving even the middle class. We all must take solace where can.
 
Right now I’m in a bit of a docile mood, just taking things as they come. Knowing good and damn well there’s very little I can do to change the world as a whole. But knowing there’s a whole lot I can do about my own attitude and frame of mind. Everything begins with us. I was listening to a dear friend express her opinion about how she’s changing the situations that surround her. I truly admire her grit and determination to improve herself. And although I often give her a hard time about it. She knows that I’m just messing with her and that I am her biggest fan.
 
So what do you find yourself doing on this quiet Sunday? Are you occupying your mind doing chores or are you relaxing in the shade listening to birdsong? Maybe you’re like me and doing a little of both. Let go of strenuous thoughts and no win scenarios that continually play in your head. There is no real secret to finding your peaceful Zen. You may do it by gathering with fellow believers at church or sitting alone in the shade listening to nature’s choir. However you do it, just know that the troubles you feel are often caused by the helplessness that you refuse to let go.