I’ve been picking up deadfall in my east garden. I got off lucky, no real damage but every branch and twig in my giant oaks that wasn’t actively hanging on came down in the storm. It’s a chore clearing them all out but the space is so much more open now, and open space means new possibilities. Some people in our lives are like that, too. At one time we had a shared purpose but that time is gone. It’s time to stop holding on and drop onto new ground. I guarantee you, where ever you land, you can make a happy life there. Even happier than the life you had before. But you won’t know until you drop the deadwood or let go.