Keep Your Hands Offa My Mojo

[orangedog]

It's tough to be friends post-d. I've written about it on my thread. We have no major fights and things are amicable but even when it's a good exchange it's sad. It brings up memories of what used to be there but isn't. 18 years of friendship but now it's too hard to share. I still care but I can't be dragged under.

There's a common theme mentioned around here, "doing what you can and letting God deal with the rest" or "putting down the baggage and walking away". You can't carry it around man. It will crush you. The Dog is working on this too but I'll admit it's tough.

But it's not just limited to our culture. A few years ago I visited an amazing carved stone Hindu temple under construction on the Garden Isle (the largest outside of India). Near a statue of Ganesha by the front gate there was a large pot with little pieces of paper. Visitors were invited to write a worry or problem on the paper, throw it in the pot and burn it up. One doesn't need to be Hindu or even religious to see the value of this exercise. I still have a picture of BFF and I burning up our worries. While that sitch may have changed, the action of "letting it go" is truly a necessary part of life and it's a memory and life lesson I remember fondly. It helped then and it's something I need to do more.

Strangely enough, the more one let's go. The more one feels "at home" with these things. Fewer squables. Fewer cares.

You're a good man SP. Namaste.