For me, just letting go has often been a challenge; few things have been easily won.
One afternoon I was abruptly fired from one
of my first contract jobs. I managed to contain my rage at the injustice and make it
safely home from the Oakland Hills. I was restless and after a
few minutes I headed out again in the saffron warmth. I drove my wheelchair the mile to
the north Berkeley campus and to one of my favorite groves. There
I swung out of the chair and sat cross legged in meditation on the thick carpet of
grass. Once I was in touch with my deepest self I slowly began to see
beyond the blur of anger that had wrenched my mind, had twisted it ... and slowly set
myself free of my bitterness.