On Dropping the Rope

Ease it out of my hands in a way that doesn't shear the skin from the bones ... that doesn't rip the humerus out of the shoulder socket, the heart from the chest, the soul from the body. I dare you. 

Be gentle. 
With yourself. 
With others, including those still learning to let go, despite all fierce, maternal inclinations. 
But mostly with yourself. 
First and foremost. 
You're so worth it. 
Limitless love, that is. 
You've got that, in spades, hopefully from within, but always from without. 
Here, always.