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I was recently looking at the Saint medals from www.saintsforsinners.com and something immediately caught my eye. On the description card that comes with the medal is the plea to “wear this medal and then share it with someone you love!” This statement made me start thinking of the nature of holding on and letting go. We seem to often hold onto things that no longer provide us with the gifts they originally did. We outgrow them but continue to hold tight to them. We often don’t realize that by letting go we make room for that which we need at this moment.

A friend of mine recently gave her husband a medal she always wore one morning after he had a disturbing dream. She did it instinctually. She felt that he needed it more than her at that moment in time. The very same day, she came across a beautiful Russian icon of Our Lady of Vladimir, an icon that had great personal meaning for her.

You could claim it to be coincidence but I have seen it happen too many times. It happens not only with physical items but also when we let go of old emotions. We may let go of the angry feelings we’ve been holding onto for someone, and when we let it go the love of our lives may walk through the door. It is just a matter of making room for what is to come next.

Look at the things you are holding onto and decide if they are still beneficial to you. Take that rose quartz you bought to improve your now blossoming relationship and pass it on to a loved one who needs it. Let go of that jealousy that’s been holding you back. Let go and make room for your future!

i.

Mother’s frosty lotus breath rolls down the hills,

Enveloping maples and dogwoods along the way.

And waiting in the valley below, I am cooled by Her grace.

At the end of the day, I wrap the fog around me as I sleep,

Dreaming…dreaming always of Her.

In the morning, the winds of change carry Her ancient secrets,

Whispering of forgotten joy many lifetimes past,

Calling me home to myself.

ii.

In the twilight of a summer evening,

She moves down the falls and over the water,

Removing the fear, pain, and confusion I offer up,

Making me new again.

Then from under the pale moon,

I rise like cream to the top,

Pulled by the grace of the Mother.

iii.

The root of my longing appears in a dream:

A Goddess older than antiquity itself

Comes to claim me as Her own.

I feel no pain as She stabs me through the chest

With her spear of shining gold.

I sense only release and relief:

She has saved me from myself

And made me whole.