The art of letting go?

 Attachment is such a primal human emotion. As humans we are attached to everything around us- people, things, places..

Things are not just things, they are memories, tangible connections we forge with our world. They define who we are as ourselves and how the world perceives us. So it's not easy to let go.. letting go of the things that make up your world is like unraveling a thread and destroying the very based of who you are. All the painstaking work we put in collecting threads of our lives to weave into a  tapestry..

The mood is blue...

 Blues, I am in a hue of blue all around me. A shroud of uncertainty, self doubt and disengagement seems to have clouded my sunshine. Is it still grief of losing him or a sense of loneliness that has permeated my being; I am unsure..

It's been 2 years  of my father's passing away and facing a life without his presence has been tough, to say the least. I feel bereft, alone, unsure ...each day I pull myself together and each day his memories come back in a thousand ways. Things that remind me of him, words that echo his thoughts and philosophy. Grief refuses to leave my side and I am now comfortable in its steady presence. Things are never just things, they are testaments of time spent with loved ones.. something as mu dane as his chair or his sweater reminds me of him. The mood is blue 🔵