How difficult it is to let go of an experience that has been so luxuriantly blessed! I want it to go on and on and yet my life at home awaits me. Sometimes I ruin the finals moments of an enchanting experience because I don’t want to let go, rather than living it fully as it occurs, right up until the end. I can take it along with me in my memory and treasure it so that it becomes a part of who I am. So letting go, yet clinging to the person it has made of me and the memories of the blessing seems the proper way of letting go.
Home again and everything is fine, except the ravenous birds ate much of our grape crop. I guess we all must learn to share, but it’s not fair! We do all the work and they simply swoop down and eat. I must let that go as well. Work is what we do. They only trust in the abundance of nature to supply their needs.