Everyday Leaps, Everyday Grief ๐Ÿ“ถ

Trapeze artists in mid-transfer.

โ€œLeap, and the Net Will Appear,โ€ instructs a card I kept on my desk for years. As the trapeze artist lets go again and again in order to grab the next ring, life demands we each let go of what we love, over and over. How do we practice the โ€œart of losing,โ€ as Elizabeth Bishop would name it, so that we can leap more and more gracefully each day?