The One Word That Will Change Your Monday
Surrender—to cease resistance
Dear clenched-fist you,
I know, me too. It’s hard to loosen up those fingers and to open up the hands when they’ve been clenched tight for so long, for all these years.
You’ve had to be brave and strong; you’ve had to carry many things and many people. You’ve had to be resilient and resistant—it’s the only way you’ve been able to make it this far.
I know, me too.
But sometimes, I think our hand muscles get stuck. Sometimes, as the seasons change and less is required of us and as rest comes begging for us, we forget that our hands are still gripping so tightly. We forget that we’ve been given a moment to just stand still and loosen up and let go.
It reminds me of the last leaf on fall trees, the one holding still and strong, even through the whisperings of the wind, even through the huffing and puffing of autumn’s cold and slighting breath.
I once loved seeing the last leaf on the branch—I once admired its resistance, secretly commended it for enduring, for holding on tightly and clinging. But now I see it as foolish and unyielding. Stubborn and inattentive to time and the importance of timing.
To that one leaf still holding, I now always want to ask,
Did you not hear the call to let go in the whispering of the wind?
And I want to ask you, too, why do some leaves shed and fall easily, while others feel the need to hold on tight? Why are some of us humans, with our grips so tight, like these autumn leaves that won’t let go? Why can’t we cease resistance—stop fighting what is happening, and to just let go?
I wonder, which leaf are you? Right this second, right now. Are you letting go or are you staving off change?
Might this note be a gentle wind blowing into your heart, reminding you that it is time to surrender to your season and just let go.