Come back to the center and let go

Come back to the center and let go.

I feel the pain of letting go.

I come back to the center, of my dantien.

I don’t over-identify with the pain.

I let sensation move through me.

I don’t rush it.

I don’t resist it.

I see how I would attack myself with judgment or fear.

[that whole bundle]

I feel the pain of what I am letting go.

I feel the loss coming back to the center.

I notice the intense sensation of the body, my morphing interface of these 2.

I walk slowly.

Nature holds me.

I remember, and feel currently, the simple sensation of early morning.

*

This is me walking in the morning, after the visit of good friends.  Being able to step out knowing all is held behind me.  Decompressing and reorienting in all my changes.  Taking in a major loss and tragedy of a friend.  Moving forward into.