We hold on. Because Love does that. Embracing, rocking, reserving space. Love holds, it treasures, it tucks away for safe keeping, it loyally protects. Holding on is one of the many great powers of Love.
And it feels so good to hold on that sometimes we forget to look at what we’re holding on to.
To people. To relationships with people. To ideas we had about the people we relate to. We hold on to our bad habits of relating. I’ll be weak so you can feel strong. I’ll be strong so you won’t see me weak. I’ll do it so you don’t have to. I’ll confuse things because if clarity happens, things will have to change.
We hold on to what got us somewhere. To that which made an impact, earned us money, or accolades. We hold on to furniture and dance moves, hairstyles, eyeliner colours, ways of greeting, recipes, tactics. Smooth moves. Prayers. Ways of doing things. Plans.
Things go out of style — and feeling current is powerful, not trendy. Some of us expand. Some of us keep digging the same sorry holes (and wonder why it just gets darker). Objects absorb energy that’s comforting or agitating. Keep or let go?
Some things crumble over time, like concrete does and some personas do.
Some things get stronger and sweeter, like linen and courageous Lovers.
If it’s still sacred to you — and only if — then keep holding on.