The art of allowing. My being is so much about the art of allowing…living in faith in the moment; relinquishing the need to control people, circumstances, the environment around me, things I don’t need to control, shouldn’t, or can’t control; resting/being instead of thinking I have to… Probably like you, I have invested much time in reading, contemplation, praying, and much energy in learning to be and not do…and I wouldn’t change anything. I so embrace these truths. I think allowing makes so much sense.
I also know though, that much of learning to be and not do, and honoring in myself the freedom to not have to control everything around me, is a process, an ongoing allowing/accepting process. It is not about arriving and conquering. I know that in the transitional growing of learning/living the art of allowing, there might even be more strife, confusion, internal battle, conflict, and pain. I don’t in any way want to be a doomsayer, but if anything, an encourager in honesty of the process. For some adopting into your life the art of allowing, may actually be transitionally eye-opening, painful and with emotions you never knew you had…giving up control is definitely an interesting experience.
The other day, a day in which I wasn’t dancing and frolicking in the joy of the art of allowing, I wrote this, perhaps some would say cynical, I would say more honest, poem…and I thought I would share it with you. Please read it in the light in which it was written – appreciative of the journey, honest about the path, and committed to living in freedom.
Art of Allowing
Much is said and much is written
About the art of allowing.
The primer includes such wonderful skills…
As accepting, giving up control, and being,
Freedom, transformation, and faith.
I am a preacher of the art of allowing
My head knows full well the truths.
I call it the art of healing
My encouragement to all
Is to pursue.
But today there is another side
That you should also know…
The road may be rocky,
The path may be narrow,
Obstacles may be galore.
The night may be beyond darkness,
Day light may be blinding too.
The fog may consume visibility,
The air too thin to breathe.
No-thing, though, is impossible,
I would never say don’t go.
But reality is reality,
And the path through the tunnel
Is slow.
Fears may arise
They are part of the path,
Giving up control sounds impossible.
Why would you take
What has helped you survive
And deem it no longer so valuable?
The art includes a fine balance of sorts
Between actions and allowing,
Patience, faith, and trust are key,
But don’t overlook the other three:
Loneliness, pain, and confusion.
No-thing, though, is impossible,
I would never say don’t go.
But reality is reality,
And the path through the tunnel
Is slow.
I call it the art of healing
My encouragement to all
Is to go.
Integrative Thought 