to weave a soft place

falling is inevitable

If only my falling
were graceful as these
delicate leaves
leaving the stability
of their trusted trees

But I fall,
I’m afraid,
quite clumsily

Though with age
I am learning to trade
the plummet for the glide
as I reach inside
for shadows with which
to weave a soft place to land.

~Cheryl Anne Maris

It seems that my current life circumstances have plunged me into a crash course in accepting everything about myself that I have worked all my life to control, minimize, avoid, escape, and flat out ignore. I am aware that my reluctance to fully let go of my false, self protective inner narratives has kept my life seriously limited. My recent closer rub with my own mortality has been a clarion call to greater acceptance of my realities and trustful surrender to Life. The letting go is hard, but I pray the landing is soft.

Falling is inevitable. What helps you to fall more gracefully, and land more gently?