The doorbell rings. You open the door and it’s your past, looking right at you. You stare, heart pounding, and think, What do you want? And it says, What do YOU want? You think, Oh jeez, are we doing this again? And it says, I don’t know, ARE we?
You have a couple of options.
You could close the door. You could tell it to go away. You could have a melt-down. Or go through the familiar patterns from before.
You could also open your arms and embrace it. Hold it close, feel how it feels. Whisper a blessing in its ear. And then open your arms and release it. Let it go.
I think sometimes the past shows up because it wants to tell me something. Or it wants me to learn something. Maybe there was a part I couldn’t handle in the moment — and it’s like I’ve saved it for later, and it knows when to show up so I can process and release it.
And there’s this: No matter who or what is in your past, it is part of the road that brought you here. Your past is part of the soil from which you’ve grown. And you, my love, are amazing. You are sacred.
The blessing you whisper may sound like I love you. Or maybe, I forgive you. Or it could be: May you be happy. May you be healthy. May you feel safe. May your heart be at ease.
Life’s pretty short. Be curious. Savor all of it.