Knot by knot I untie myself from the past
And let it rise away from me like a balloon.
What a small thing it becomes.
What a bright tweak at the vanishing point, blue on blue.
– Charles Wright, from “Arkansas Traveller” in The Other Side of the River
Credits:
- Image Source: Michael Surtees (Looking forward from Empire State Building)
- Poem Source: Lit Verve
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
and into the air –
Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
Lightly, very lightly!
Take my breath away …(cue music)
Smiling. I can hear the music Val
PTSD keeps me inside the balloon sometimes, but I’m working hard on altitude.
Smiling…class Sandy.
I’m so glad that I lived long enough to experience this feeling. Lovely image. Letting go…indeed ! ❤️
And oh what a feeling…
Do balloons count as space junk? Where do they end up? (On Mars, of course, right? Especially the RED balloons, hence the RED planet.)
Ha! Good one.
Wow. This is good. Really good. I needed this imagery, this idea of it for something important. She’s over here nodding and hmm-mming. Thank you.
Maybe you can stop nodding, put your hands on the keyboard and post something. Maybe, that?
Maybe.
I’m exhausted from waiting.
I know. I get it. I really do.
Ahh the lightness of letting go. Love it. 🙂