In Buddhism, there is a practice of “allowing.” Although I was familiar with the phrase, it really began to sink in when I read Alicia Munoz’s book, “Stop Overthinking Your Relationship.” The way she put it, “being with” unknowns, settled deeply in me.
Today, as rain falls and the quietness of a day-after-holiday nears passing, I realize again the struggle it can be to “allow.”
Tears come like soft waves.
Why do I feel so downcast?
What (in the hell) is wrong with me?
These are not thoughts which release but keep me further bound.
“Wallow” is only one letter immodest of “allow.”
This is when I realize I have a choice to make: how will I respond to feelings that need a safe place to be granted?
Former me raged (I didn’t have enough bandwidth to self-regulate) or kept myself hidden, withdrawn.
The practice of “being with” how I feel offers me permission to let things pass through. Feelings, thoughts, do not define me.
When I observe — rather than fight — how I feel, the energy moves through and does not stay. I am released…
into an oceanic abyss of peace.
We no longer need grapple to unite what we know to be true yet find hard to believe; all we need is to allow.
