When I hang on, knuckles white, anxious, scared, I keep miracles from happening.  I know that’s true, but sometimes all I can do is hang on.

But today, I loosened the grip a bit.  I showed weakness and uncertainty and got support.  I followed intuition and got a delightful surprise.  I rested instead of worrying.  Maybe I’m catching on.  Slowly, oh so slowly. . . but catching on that loosening up is the Way.   The Truth.  The Path.