Dying to Parts of Ourselves

Which part of my Being is dissolving, fading away under the pressure of the emerging ones? Which part is saying goodbye as another steadily arises and emerges out of the panoply of experiences giving it momentum, and voice? Will “I” let it go? Will I be able to move passed the part, allow it its own course so that a clearer part of me, who is ready to move with the Whole of my Being, and the world, can birth, and create? In that, which part will I allow to speak to you today, which part will be given priority and for what reason, and purpose. What quality of voice, of my words, will I choose to speak with?

When a part appears to be loosening up its grip in the personality structure, do I say farewell and abide by the inevitable rhythm of change or do I in the reality of the moment, engaged in transformation, hold on? Does that part truly fade away or does it become attached and blends with a more vital and purposefully determined part? Of course I am whole, a sum of parts. When I speak, and when I don’t, what do I choose to reveal and for what purpose?

Does Dying to Parts of Ourselves create grief, and if so, what do we grieve? I am aware that transformation is taking place, once again; isn’t that what being alive is! Fear emerges, or is it really fear? The unknown reveals excitement; opportunities for the revelation of many voices. Does the comfort of the known serve my purpose, my true expression of Joy?

Holding on to the Dying Parts of Myself seems to create a contraction unto myself, a sort of self-centered focus which then prevents me from engaging with my surroundings in the way in which I know possible, with the quality meant to be. Who will be there and greet me when I have let go and am more bold, more clear, more inspired and creative…more loving? Will someone get scared? Will my light shine too bright, and their eyes become dazzled? What will I choose to do, how will I choose to speak if my honoring of the Dying Part of Myself intimidates? Will I retract and contract or will I continue to open, trust, and love this process? Which voice will I give focus to? In this choice, whom do I perceive will be abandoned?

Can I be bold, eccentric, loud, different, blissful, empowered, imperfect, beautiful, loving….etc. Do I give myself permission, or do I hold on to the dying to parts of myself?