Well now that I’m 27 and up to my elbows with spring semester readings…I thought it the most apropos time to pop back into this little corner of chronicles for a quick bonsoir…  #procrastinationstation

It’s been a year for the books and January has been both cold & compassionate, offering all sorts of whirlwindish meet-cutes, delicious conversation and lingering rays of sun-kissed kindness…

To ring in a Birthday, I followed a magical mentor to the island of Guadeloupe last week for a Yoga retreat, bringing along treasured friends to wake with the waves & shavasana on the sand… While the delicious memories are mine, I’ll share with you a passage read by our golden guide during a candlelit, midnight meditation (yep) — I’ve found myself revisiting this anonymous source of advice numerous times since and decided to make it my passage du jour for all of the mornings when I wake, questioning my purpose, my path…timing, and other things I can’t control…


She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.


She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.


She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

In my 27 years, in all that I’ve held so tight to. . . I’m starting to understand the peace that comes from simply letting go.

Mother Nature is as #WonderWoman as they come. She’ll catch you, if you let her.

hopes high,