I’ve been meaning to let go recently after clearing out a load of clutter from my office floor and dumping unwanted files from my computer and email boxes in a drive to clear the decks for going all out in my business once again. And making it, one tiny step at a time…

Yet there was somehow still a niggle, a stagnation. Something that was pulling our collective energies down. And it’s only now that I’m sensing how heavy the weight of concern over ‘how long we’ve got’ with a good thing, would catch up with me.

Yesterday Charlie Windo our gentle family tabby, passed away. After sixteen years of joy, mirth, and amazing health, we’ve enjoyed a great innings. I feel lucky to have had him on loan from the universe for almost all of that time.

I thought I was all sobbed out after Friday’s urgent vet squeeze-in last week when a mysterious neuropathic walk took over our active cat’s mobility. We had a drunken cat. But blood tests revealed there may have been ‘something to play with’ still. So every day with him since, has been a bonus. Even though he never returned to how he’d been only that Thursday gone.

After today’s terminal vet visit, I’m realising the full effect of him being gone, as I get up to release this grief energy in the early hours that’s keeping me awake and teary.

In the early hours after losing our cat Charlie, I journaled about the experience of living in pet silence and having to accept this now fact.

Charlie Windo, eyes of the soul. Dies, 11 08 21

Emptiness. Not watching my food.
Not needing to glance at the window sill as I walk past, yet doing so. Not needing to Do. Be. Notice.
Underfoot awareness isn’t necessary anymore.
There’s a focus—an eerie focus—a new release. An energetic freedom. A breath. A sigh of relief in our silence.
I miss you, Charlie. The Himself-You from last week. The active possibly-still-hunting-even-maybe geriatric kitty. A vet’s ‘Poppet’ may be.
Our willing companion.

Letting go can feel like a huge effort while decluttering, clearing out the stagnant business junk from previous years, tidying an office space. Especially when clinging on to what you know and love so far, has always seemed to help you to feel safe and comfy. But ignoring the stuckness.

Yet there’s a serenity and release and freedom. And might I say it, even an energy, that appears when letting go becomes everything, for a time being.

Letting go opens up possibilities.

It closes a chapter and creates space. And every design or work of art is defined by space in some way. What is. What isn’t.

Is there something you or your business need to let go of?