Saturday, November 30, 2013

Just a Different Release

Maybe I've been going about release the wrong way. Perhaps it's about what it is that I can release—or we all can release. That won't do. If the word belongs to me then release also belongs to me. I can't look at those out there and decide what they should let go of.

I've been honing in on one particular release and ignored others. Who can't look in the mirror and find habits, ways of looking at the world, ways of being, that need some refining or even tossing aside?

Who hasn't been bound to particular habits, ways of doing things?

My family doesn't do a good job of keeping in touch. When we're together everyone is totally connected, enjoying the moment—but when we go our separate ways months go by without any exchange of words. Because of geographic distances our visits are separated by long intervals.

I guess we all like it that way—independence and busy lives. Perhaps I can release some of my own aloofness by writing an occasional letter. Emails and Facebook have their place, but a letter written while sipping a cup of tea equates to intimacy.

When I write a letter I think about what it is I want to say, the words I use, and how it will sound to the other person. A letter takes more time. Emails are short cuts.

And isn't it fun to receive a letter—something you can hold in your hand, fold, take out again and again and reread.

I imagine if I scoured the surface I could find a number of things to release—


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