Letting Go – Red Tent Living

Learning to Let Go

By: redtentwomen May 21, 2021May 9, 2021

Day to Day, Intentional Living, Monthly ThemesBethany Cabell, Curiosity, Freedom, Letting Go, regret1 Comment

Who is the woman in black? Is she you? Is she me? Is she a woman with stunning beauty, wearing a little black dress? Is she a woman hiding her body, hoping to distract you with a slimming dark color? Is she a woman in mourning, grieving a loss so deep? Or is she a…

A Blank Slate

By: redtentwomen October 11, 2019October 11, 2019

Day to Day, Faith, Monthly ThemesClaudia Hauer, Letting Go, Mothering, Prayer, Raising a Son2 Comments

When he was a young child, my son’s body felt like an extension of mine. His nuzzling, nursing lips on my breast, his feel, his smell, his desires—all of it was an extension of me. Even now, as a teenager, his desires and motives are astonishingly transparent to me when I consider how hard it…

Just Like That

By: redtentwomen August 21, 2019August 20, 2019

Day to Day, Faith, relationshipsLetting Go, Mothering boys, Senior Year, Susan Tucker5 Comments

“The days are long, but the years are short.” Gretchen Rubin “And just like that, my youngest is a senior…”My friend’s words, appearing on my laptop screen, snap me out of my social medial reverie. My youngest is a senior too…just like that. I glance toward his bedroom door, and I feel that if I…

Listening

By: redtentwomen January 25, 2019January 25, 2019

Day to DayAging, Change, Cindy Peterson, Grief, Letting Go, Life Change, life transitions, Rowing4 Comments

A curious rhythmic beat worked its way into my half sleep. It was barely dawn and as I listened, even before I opened my eyes, I heard first the chorus of birdsong that is the ritual of the Northwest Spring. I had taught myself how to tune into each voice of this holy choir, raising…

Looking for a Resurrection

By: redtentwomen October 19, 2017October 18, 2017

Day to Day, relationshipsChildren Growing Up, Dan Allender, Death, Dr. Dan Allender, Gap Year, Letting Go, Maryhelen Martens, Resurrection6 Comments

I walk past the bike rack and into the familiar place with different eyes today. I push through the first set of wide metal doors into the entryway, past the water fountain and the “park scooters here” sign.