Let Love Do The Rest ©2020 Louise Gallagher Sometimes, when I sit and watch the river flow past a piece of flotsam will suddenly appear floating along its surface bobbing and weaving as it passes by. I sit and watch it float past until it is carried away by the water’s constant current to a deep and distant sea. Sometimes, when that happens, a slice of something from the past will come untethered from the banks of my memory and get caught in the current of my thoughts like a dark and foreboding limb of a tree torn from the river’s banks floating just beneath the surface. Ripped from its roots this something that has laid dormant in a dark corner of my mind will weave and bob and contort itself calling for my attention as if, now free of my memory bank it deserves to have its way with me. Lost in its struggle to gain possession of my attention I can become absorbed by its writhing contortions and lose all sense of direction as my peace of mind is drowned out by the cacophony of its insistence I let it pull me through the narrow rapids of its discord. I must choose... To throw myself into the chaos of its turbulent waters in the hope that once it has had its way it will return to the depths of my memory bank and lie dormant once again or throw myself into a river of self-compassion and let Love do the rest. In love, the memory floats like a piece of flotsam bobbing along the surface of the river carrying it away to a deep and distant sea.