Saying Goodbye

It happens when we leave a job or a relationship ends or, for any reason, our souls say “time to change.” We sort through the “stuff” of our former seasons, deciding what is detritus and what belongs to the coming season. I also keep a drawer of “in-between” things (trash or treasure?) that my internal jury’s still out on.

How do you say goodbye? How do you clear a space for what might be?