Let Go…

I held onto a beautiful writing pen for over twenty years;

Together we crafted stories—I wrote my first manuscript with the heavy silver rollerball instrument—countless hours of journaling and hundreds of love letters; many of which were sent to the love who gifted the elegant precision pen the Christmas of our lust affair.

I’ve long since moved on from his bitter betrayal, but the pen always served me well.

Never one to hold on to attachments, I didn’t realize how much I’d miss the pen… alas, it’s gone and I’m struggling to move on.

This (I tell myself) is why I practice yoga.

Let go. Non-attachment. Time to make space for a new story!