Let us begin
by centering ourselves.
Listen inward.
As you do,
take a deep breath in …
and let it go.
Feel what is here —
the quiet pulse of life,
the shared rhythm
moving through us all.
Release.
A powerful word.
There was a time
I stood before a door,
lost …
and searching.
On that door
was a prayer:
I release freely
what no longer
serves me …
Those words struck me.
I didn’t yet know
what I was releasing —
only that I could no longer carry it.
And then something deeper rose —
a prayer not of certainly,
but of honesty:
I believe.
Help my unbelief.
That place …
where trust and doubt
sit side by side —
we have all known it.
Like those
who have wrestled with letting go, ,
I wrestled —
not with fear or punishment,
but with something deeper.
A knowing
that even this
holds something greater..
That kind of refusal
is holy.
Not resistance —
but reverence.
A willingness to stay,
in the tension …
until something opens.
Because in the very act
of wrestling,
we are already
touching something sacred.
So in closing,
I offer this:
May we find the courage
to release
what we can no longer carry.
May we honor the struggle
and the wisdom it brings.
And may we return,
again and again,
to the quiet presence within —
where something steady
has always been.
And so it is.