She Let Go – Ernest Holmes

I feel like my last post was super-negative and I don’t want to go a month on that note. I’ve been meditating with the Insight Timer app and came across this lovely poem, which really spoke to me in a downer moment. And I wanted to share it mostly to have something more uplifting at the top of the page for a while.

She Let Go – Ernest Holmes

She let go of the fear. She let go of the judgments. She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head. She let go of the committee of indecision within her. She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures. She just let go. She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward. She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go. She didn’t journal about it. She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer. She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper. She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope. She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go. She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter. She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment. She didn’t call the prayer line. She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations. No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing. Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go. There was no effort. There was no struggle. It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad. It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be. A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.




What do people often say is a waste of time, not real,
an escape from reality?

What creates vast castles in the clouds, lone watches on gorgeous beaches, with only three things you were allowed to bring?

What can frighten us in the dark of night and inspire us in the darkest of days, lead us on wild goose chases and out of impossible situations?

Where did this
Come from?

Why won’t it go away?

If only.
I wish.
I hope that never happens.
IF that should ever happen, here’s what I’ll do.
Next time that happens, I will have a plan.

The human mind, a frightening, glorious, ironically tiny space. Who could have dreamt such a thing into existence?

I wonder, put down my pen, and wonder some more before continuing with
my day.


This is my daily post for the A-Z Challenge. Happy Monday!

The Artist


Whenever she pictured him, he held

A brush in his hand, mouth pursed in thought.

Together, they imagined universes and colors and sound like the

Delicate cool blue whirl of the pulsar like the ocean at the heart of every star.

Whenever she pictures him, colors stain his fingers,

Many colors swirled in a chaotic mess

Like their love, like their passion

Yields eventually to the whirl of daily reality,

Of family, of dinners made hastily and conversations murmured in between

Predictable as the planets spin around a yellow sun.

This is my submission for the A-Z Challenge where this month I am going to post a flash fiction (or in this case flash fiction poetry) a day. Happy April!



Gazing through
   Memories of
        the past.

What happens in Venice stays,
     Cool Umbria nights
        Hot Siena days.

Red and browns and greens,
   Swirling champagne, ruby red wine
       Goes down so sweetly

Like ghosts of a future past.


on the rim of
     my glass,
falls shattered
  through my fingers,
pools white and clear
   like milk.

don’t lie
 don’t even cry
   for what i never had.
emptiness would be better.
nothing would be better.

all the things we say:
   so nice to see you.
   so sorry for your    loss.
   we’re here.

always here.
   never there