The art of letting go is a delicate skill. I don’t believe anyone comes into the world knowing how to “hold and release.”  Letting go is a choice. It is learned, and very rarely does the one making the release get to practice before the test. Nine times out of ten, it’s a matter of swallowing the un-swallowable and prying a body part lose—whether finger-by-finger or heart-string-by-string. Letting go gracefully is a paradox among virtues.  In every other instance of life—at least all the instances that I care about, passion is the key:  the act of caring enhances your ratio… 

At the bottom of each individual, I truly believe that every one of us has a good heart in common. Maybe it has been obscured or protected by scars, but the original seed of optimistic hope remains. There is something else we have in common—words. We use them every day for every purpose from comfort to weapons. For many of us, they are the tools of our trade, and I have personally been in love with them since I was old enough to understand that the magical thing my mother was sharing with me was called a book. Words are…