I had to let her go ~ Let it go ~ Let him go~ Let her stay ~

He just let go ~ I am going to just let go ~ I can’t seem to let go ~

I’ll never let him go ~ You have to let go now~ Now all at once–Let Go!

We say these things for different reasons.

When we let something go, we anticipate a change. Taking our clutches off a thing, a person, a plan, is sometimes a grievous thing. (They are dying? ) ( It is no good so it’s going into the wastebasket?) (We are sending them off to college?)

Sometimes it is a relief! The game of tug of war has the option to let go of the rope. Sometimes it is the best option. Sometimes not.

We are frozen with stagefright. We can sing it well, but not in front of an audience. We need to let it go…as in “Let ‘er rip!” We need to step out of our self-consciousness and put all our heart and soul into something that is crucial and important to us. We need to DARE.

Parties are often places where people use drugs to let themselves go. Their amygdelae get set to OFF and they drop tension, and inhibition, and responsibility to some extent. Or to a large extent. Both extremes have effects on them and on their fellows. Devil may care. Loosy goosy. Funny and good? Or regrettable?

The Fog, watermedia on paper, copyright SGHolland around 1994, Shilshole Marina, WA, private collection of WEM

As it is in the fog. One is there but not there. One was there, but there it was different.
What was there is not there. A sound comes from somewhere invisible. The sound it there but the source is not there. Where one was before is gone; there is only here. My hand is gone.