Sweeping up the broken shards
after it so quickly shattered,
the memory of the trip
we took and found this
piece of pottery.
A moments regret-
but I had to let it go.
Photo from Google Images
My entry for Monkey Man’s Sunday 160: http://petzoldspracticalprose.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on September 18, 2011
https://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/09/18/moments-regret/
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Morning
/ September 18, 2011letting go is a smart move.
best regards.
Happy Sunday.
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011I think so–thanks for coming by.
Happy Sunday!
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Monkey Man
/ September 18, 2011Whether metaphoric or actual, this holds great truth. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011Thanks so much, Monkey Man–I enjoy the game!
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brian
/ September 18, 2011nice…yes and letting go is not easy…even of broken things….
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011No, not always easy. Thanks, Brian.
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Alice Audrey
/ September 18, 2011I’d have kept a shard. I’m clingy that way.
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011It’s a personal process–I like your response. 🙂
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Explorations in Sacred Space
/ September 18, 2011Let it go …
I love everything you write, Gayle; but more than that, I appreciate your values. Well done …
Blog on …
Love,
Jamie
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011That’s quite a compliment (no mind reading involved)–thanks so much, Jamie–that’s so kind of you to share with me. You know I appreciate your values as well–we seem to share that commonality.
Love,
Gayle
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Explorations in Sacred Space
/ September 18, 2011Posted this to Into the Bardo FB wall … 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011How nice, Jamie. Feel free to share whatever you would like.
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Jamie Dedes
/ September 18, 2011I did! 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ September 18, 2011Cute–yes, you did! 🙂
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dragonkatet
/ September 19, 2011Well said. Wise words but hard to put the lesson into action. I’m glad you were able to let it go.
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Bodhirose
/ September 21, 2011Yes, sometimes very difficult to do. Thanks, Corina.
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Inside the Mind of Isadora
/ September 19, 2011Letting go can be so difficult. A lovely way of expressing it, Gayle.
Namaste,
Izzy xoxo
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Bodhirose
/ September 21, 2011Thank you, Izzy. We’ve been so programmed to cling to things–it can be very difficult to overcome. I like the freedom I feel when I can do it though.
Namaste,
Gayle xoxo
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S Basu
/ September 19, 2011these are certainly painful experiences.
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Bodhirose
/ September 21, 2011Sure are.
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fallenelegy
/ September 21, 2011everything perish, learning to let go helps us endure deeper pain and come out of it unscathed. beautiful words. the pottery shatters but the memory of the trip will remain, the pottery is just a physical item but the memories are much spiritual. keep writing. 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ September 21, 2011You are so right. You know you have a very spiritual way of looking at the world too. So nice to share that with you. 🙂 Thank you.
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Ravenblack
/ September 24, 2011This is a reason why I tend to avoid getting fragile souvenirs; it’s a bit of a pain when one loses them or break them. I would end up just taking pictures.
Good metaphor on the things gathered in life’s journey, and when they are broken in any of its many meanings, you do have to just let it go. It’s hard when they have carefully selected by you or someone too, and thus strongly associated with part of one’s life markers.
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Bodhirose
/ September 24, 2011It’s a good reason you have there. I believe all things have an “expiration date”–that piece of pottery came to it’s end.
Thanks for sharing with me.
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