DETACHMENT FROM MY WRITING

I must let THE SINGING GURU leave the nest. Yesterday I was very agitated because Mandala didn’t include the endorsements in the book, which is already printed. The joy that it is printed and ready to go was entirely obscured by this. I had spent the whole year collecting them and was quite proud of them. I was grumpy and whiny the entire day. But right now the thought comes: let it leave the nest, like a winged seed, like a bird, and pray that it travels far and wide. Abandon it to its destiny. It is out of my hands, and like a good mother, I must let my child go when the world summons it. I am, henceforth, to watch. This gives me pause and much relief.