They say journaling is therapeutic. That the thoughts from one’s mind travel down the arm and onto the paper. It is then released. It is no longer held. One could even burn the paper afterwards as a symbol of truly letting it go.
Flying Wish Paper was introduced to our family a few years ago, and is a fun way for children (and adults!) to do this very thing. Write down your wish onto a square of tissue paper they provide. Roll it into a cylinder. Stand it up. Light the top end like a candle. Watch it burn down. And then watch it briefly flyyyy straight up a few feet into the air…before turning to ash that slowly falls back down ever so lightly. Like a floating feather drifting back to earth.
Those ashes that remain are as thin as the air and become very difficult to collect without breaking up into wisps of featherlike dust.
Maybe because it’s no longer ours to hold…for it has already been released.
Like the wheels on a bike that slowly turn, every spoke represents a lesson. And if this bicycle represents the ride of our life, sometimes we must pedal uphill…so we have to shift gears…using much more effort…often at a slower speed…to make it to the top.
While other times we will exhale, rest, let the wind blow through our hair and coast with ease.
Such is life. The hills. The mountains. And yes, the valleys.
These life lessons come knocking on our front door throughout our lives and look and feel different each time we approach that door. Sometimes the door blows open with no chance to catch our breath, while other times we have the choice to decide if we will open the door or keep it closed. I wonder if we keep the door closed, if the lesson reappears…just as a bicycle wheel cycles around again… or if it’s an opportunity missed. One may never know.
Yet each time we have the choice…to open the door and get on our bike and pedal uphill…coast with ease… or not.
Each lesson is an opportunity to face it, pedal stronger, and to know when it’s time to release it. When it’s our time to coast. To fly. And when it’s no longer ours to hold.
May you write down your wish. And may you let it fly.
May you open the door and ride your bicycle of life, knowing that sometimes you will have to shift gears. And other times you will coast with ease.