I’ve decided my lesson for the past year has been letting go. If you had asked me before if I had a problem with this concept, the answer would have been a resounding no. Boy, was I wrong and did I ever learn my lesson!
We are constantly letting go – of people, relationships, of our childhoods, grown children, our ideas of how things should be or how we expected.
There are lots of versions of letting go but likely the most painful is the death of a loved one. In October 2015 I made the incredibly heart-breaking decision of saying goodbye to of one of the kindest, most beautiful and honest horses I have ever known. She was my best friend: always reliable, kind and eager. I trusted her implicitly, not only with myself but with my riding students, young and old. In turn, she trusted me and we brought out the best in each other. Everyone wanted a horse like Claire and I never took for granted what a special horse I had found.
I think our natural reaction when faced with the possibility of losing something is to hold on even tighter. I would often casually imagine our future together: her teaching countless kids to ride and me enjoying our peaceful drives in her beautiful Buckeye road cart until she settled into a well-deserved retirement. But, that’s not how it played out.
On our last night together, I prayed for the strength to say goodbye with grace when what I wanted to do was just scream and cry.
In the wake of her death, each day was a struggle. I prayed for wisdom to explain her death to sad children and to face my own unanswered questions, anger and loss. I prayed for acceptance that no one else could understand my pain and loss. Most of all, I prayed to find joy again.
And the thing that sucked most of all? LIFE WENT ON!
During the dead of winter, I was asked by a good friend if I wanted to try out her young gelding who was for sale. My head said, ‘No way, this is not what you want!’, yet I found myself saying, ‘OK, sure’.
Long story short: I went to ride Tane and he was quiet and smart and charming. The ‘coincidences’ added up – Tane and Claire share a well-known grand sire and are both named after their French heritage. Following my heart, he came home to live with us a few weeks later.
It’s not all sunshine and rainbows – he is a young horse with strong opinions and I am reminded of how many years of training and time it takes to forge a partnership. But, he also adores me and tries his heart out. He has made me grow as a horsewoman and forced me to step outside the box and stretch and fear and trust and love more than I ever thought possible.
Tane on his first trail ride, a magical night!
The loss of Claire was book ended by goodbyes to my beautiful Collie, Erran, and German Shepherd, Abbi. They had lived full and long lives with lots of happy memories and accolades. To them, I was grateful for the years of companionship, traveling to dog shows and many lifelong friendships made. I said goodbye with grace and my heart full of love.
In June, barely ready to accept another loss, I had to let my beautiful Oakley go (see her story here) . My scarcely mended heart broke again as my little fighter peacefully left us. I said thank you for three years of a high energy wild ride that was a roller coaster of loving and training and learning and the opportunity to educate anyone that would listen about mega-esophagus. I thanked Oakley for the lessons and the friendships and the strength she led me to find so I could raise a spirited, smart little dog who lived to scent track and be a farm girl.
And so after all that, I saw things unfold that made me realize I had to let go of some relationships too. I wrestled to hold on so tightly; thinking of all the memories and love and fun we had shared. It was hard to accept that it was over and I wondered if I’d ever find friendships like that again? This time was different; this time I had the choice to let go and it was scary!
I fought it all the way – I made excuses and gave countless apologies though I knew I did nothing wrong. Reluctantly I realized that even the strongest and most loving relationships can be touched by feelings of jealousy, inadequacy and insecurity at times in response to somebody’s growth or change.
Walking away from a toxic relationship isn’t easy, but it is always brave and always strong. It is always okay. And it is always – always – worth it. Hidden in that mess is the beautiful learning and the growth.
And so with these sad losses, I’ve seen beautiful opportunities arrive. Old and new friendships have began or re-kindled, accompanied by even more laughter and joy. I get this sneaking suspicion that ‘everything’s gonna be OK’.
Ultimately I think that letting go isn’t about loss or admitting defeat. To let go with grace is to cherish the memories, to overcome and to move on. Letting go gracefully is accepting and having confidence in the future.
Letting go is about staying in grace and staying grateful for the experiences that made you laugh and cry and grow.