The ceremony

Well, here it is....a ceremony.

I've had ceremonies or rituals if you will, many times in my adult years.

I pull on the plug inside of me to release the air of suffering out into the Universe. I am replacing it with good, fresh clean air. Having good without suffering.

I gathered our tin container, twigs, leaves and place a circle of rocks inside.

I wrote on a piece of paper: "I release my attachment to suffering to the Universe", forever to be abolished from my clamoring soul.

I threw it under the twigs, leaves and paper. I took my lighter and lit the pyre in my backyard, covered by the trees, so the neighbors couldn't see me in the middle of the day, HA!

I thought of many things. I thought of where this grabbing onto suffering originated as the only surefire way things would work out for me? How many times did I invite in my life? Was I in danger of inviting it in again? Even if it tries to make an appearance it will be swiftly annihilated.

That's the goal at least. Wish me luck!

I waited til the small blaze was a pile of ashes, swishing them about with a piece of wood. Then I lifted them handful by handful into the wind and watched them blow, off to some nether region in which someone wants to be attached to something that no longer serves me in any way. They can call it what they want, but I see it as "suffering" and to me there is no grand purpose to wear that coat anymore.

I am ready to join the living. The way I have forced myself into a corner emotionally and spiritually does not serve the direction I am about to take in my life. So, I set free to find the hummingbirds who followed me around this Summer and the butterflies born each day.