Begining to Release Loss Contemplation

Loss is the subject of today's contemplation. We have all lost things we have cared about that are no longer with us, whether it was someone leaving or losing something material. The effects are always hard and sad. Perhaps we look back and think about ways we could have prevented the loss. Maybe we regret. Maybe we need to take better care of what we do have or maybe it was inevitable. Very little last forever.

Though the next few Monday's will deal with loss, the contemplations, as always, seek to uplift you and give you a positive focus to carry through your week. So, even if you are not suffering from the pangs of loss, the words will still be beneficial.

This week's contemplation is about the old cliche: If you love something set it free. But we will stop there. I do not necessarily mean this literally. Indoor cat owners, don't let you cat out. Don't let your children run rampant without supervision and so forth. In thinking about the idea of loss and that which is gone, before it can get better, you have to accept the loss and that it is gone.

Take a deep breath in and release it at your own pace. Now focus on the pain of the loss. Yes, it will hurt, but the key here is to focus on it, not blaming, not regretting, not holding it in, but letting it be. Allow it to soften. Give it space. It is okay to be sad about it. It is okay to mourn. Then, when you are ready, allow your focus to concentrate on something deeper than the loss. Focus on what is gone, but in a way that is not possessive. Think of all the good things about that person or thing. There has to be something or the loss would not affect you as it has. Separate the thing that is lost from yourself and let it exist as it is, on its own. Just because it maybe out of your possession, does not mean it has lost its own value. It is still beautiful. It is free. You are free. Allow both the object and yourself to be free. Know that your grief too will pass if you allow it.

Breathe.

And now focus on the following:

In my hand I hold beauty. It has connected with me, touched me. I open my hand and it floats away on the wind. Beautiful. Free. I am free.