{"id":168,"date":"2022-11-04T08:32:12","date_gmt":"2022-11-04T08:32:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/?p=168"},"modified":"2022-11-04T08:32:12","modified_gmt":"2022-11-04T08:32:12","slug":"a-great-need","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/2022\/11\/04\/a-great-need\/","title":{"rendered":"A Great Need"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"container-fluid page-popup-container--large\">\n<div class=\"row\" data-component=\"grid\">\n<div class=\"col-md-6\">\n<div class=\"js_kartra_component_holder\">\n<div id=\"4vwrEoOTlU\" data-component=\"text\">\n<div class=\"kartra_text kartra_text--text-center kartra_text--deep-dark-slate-grey kartra_text--roboto-font kartra_text--size-big-special-small kartra_text--margin-bottom-medium\">\n<article>\n<header><strong>&#8220;Out<br \/>\nOf a great need<br \/>\nWe are all holding hands<br \/>\nAnd climbing.<br \/>\nNot loving is a letting go.<br \/>\nListen,<br \/>\nThe terrain around here<br \/>\nIs<br \/>\nFar too<br \/>\nDangerous<br \/>\nFor<br \/>\nThat&#8221;<br \/>\n~Hafiz<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tonight I find myself in a still place. \u00a0I am pondering how to love. \u00a0I am pondering what it looks like to let go.<\/p>\n<figure aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-145\"><figcaption><strong>Letting go Love<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Can letting go be a gift even considering the terrain? \u00a0Can letting go as we are climbing together open the way for us to grasp another\u2019s hand more securely? \u00a0Is there a way of loving and climbing together with our hands open, without holding on? \u00a0Or is there a way to lovingly let go with trust that someone else will be there to hold us?<\/p>\n<p>Tonight I begin with me. \u00a0I am feeling grief and sadness. \u00a0I am feeling resigned. \u00a0 I also have the unhelpful script running through my mind that suggests that I should not be feeling any of that. \u00a0That old voice would like me to try harder to stop the changing and shifting of life, to squelch the movement of transformation, to just stay put. \u00a0That voice is full of violence. \u00a0It is a voice of control and shame. \u00a0Tonight I choose to hold it\u2019s hand, to tell it that it\u2019s ok to feel all the feelings that arise. \u00a0There is nothing it could have done to avoid sorrow. \u00a0There is nothing to be done now, but to sit in the stillness with this moment and its emotions. \u00a0My total allegiance is to Life. \u00a0Come what sorrow or joy follow, it is what it is. \u00a0I choose to hold on to my self in compassion and gentleness as I live as best I can into a larger truth with love, always with love. \u00a0And today I was reminded that great grief is the truth of great love. \u00a0We wouldn\u2019t mourn if it meant nothing, if we hadn\u2019t opened our hearts to possibility.<\/p>\n<p>I bring my intention this evening to the truth of my grief, the truth of my love. \u00a0I bring my intention to be fully alive in this moment and the next one. \u00a0I bring my intention to keep my heart open, even if it\u2019s dangerous. \u00a0What else are we here for?<\/p>\n<\/header>\n<\/article>\n<section>\n<header>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/header>\n<\/section>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"clearfix\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"page-popup-footer-powered-by page-popup-footer-powered-by--text-right\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Tonight I find myself in a still place. \u00a0I am pondering how to love. \u00a0I am pondering what it looks like to let go.<\/p>\n<p>Letting go Love<\/p>\n<p>Can letting go be a gift even considering the terrain?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":169,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-168","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-category"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=168"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":170,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/168\/revisions\/170"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/169"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=168"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=168"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sarahcledwynblog.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=168"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}