Dhumavati is the hindu goddess of letting go. We are told we can invoke this goddess to help us navigate disappointment, and to discover the freedom in letting go.
Letting go is not something we are taught. It is a skill we observe in our parents assuming they are able to let go.
My mother hung onto everything and guarded her belongings. “Grasping” was a word that comes to mind.
My father was interesting, he was a collector who had 3 of everything just in case. He grew up in the depression. He would swing between hording, and letting go of everything.
One day I came home and my mother was furious. My father had given away the silverware, so we had nothing to eat dinner with.
As a child growing up in the British Air Force, we were forced to let go of the idea of home. We moved countries every 2 years. As a kid I intuitively knew not to get too attached to friends, objects, or placse as it would be gone when we moved.
Deep inside me I know I yearned to attach to something. I had no idea that I could build a “home” inside myself.
Now I find myself in a state of relinquishment, choosing to let go-for love.
How much would you give up for love?
Would you leave your country?
Would you leave your work?
Would you leave your friends?
Would you leave the familiar?
I have a good friend who is now 58, and is seriously seeking love. His criterion is that a women lives within 30 mintues drive of him. He is not willing to drive beyond that for love. Does that not limit his options? What if his perfect match lived 2 hours away?
How often do we get attached to a fixed outcome, and cling to it. Then we get angry when something else shows up that does not match our vision.
How do we surrender to the life that is right in front of us?