Letting Go On Machu Picchu
Our minds are intentionally built to involuntarily release memories and information no longer meant for us. Letting go is a biological necessity to our survival. If we weren’t biologically able to let go, we would be consumed by our past. Letting go offers us the opportunity to move forward. Talk to anyone with superior autobiographical memory — the inability to forget becomes a tremendous weight:
“Whenever I see a date flash on the television (or anywhere else for that matter), I automatically go back to that day and remember where I was, what I was doing, what day it fell on and on and on and on and on. It is non-stop, uncontrollable and totally exhausting … Most have called it a gift but I call it a burden. I run my entire life through my head every day and it drives me crazy” (https://www.theguardian.com/science/2017/feb/08/total-recall-the-people-who-never-forget).
And although in many ways, we can view Jill Price’s mind as a miraculous gift, most of us are also born with the gift of forgetting.
There is something deeper we must consider here, however. Although our minds let go involuntarily, our souls, our hearts — they have choice. We must learn from the biological responses of our brains. Just as our minds let go, so too should our spirits. Though it’s not always easy…
I’ve let go of people, situations and stories that no longer serve me. But although the action felt aligned, I still grieved. It’s ironic to listen to the heart, follow through, and still feel it breaking. But the pain is where the lesson is. And as we let go of the pain, we open ourselves to learning it.
So we must keep letting go, keep breaking open, keep moving forward.
We must learn from the ocean.
How the currents rise and fall.
How the waves rage and soften.
How they always let go.
We must be like water. Moving through the currents of life, letting go, letting be, as feels right in each moment. And sometimes letting go feels like the harder choice, but sometimes the harder choice is what’s most aligned. Difficulty can be synonymous with truth.
So, here is my letting go story. Breaking free through improvised movement on Machu Picchu. After months of letting go of people, places and stories no longer meant for me.
So as a symbol of love,
To all I held tightly,
I let you go…
And as my hands release,