Monday, March 30, 2009

Dusting off the Skeletons from the Closet....

So it’s been a while since I have posted. Wow, how fast life moves. It is as if it happens without even knowing it. As if one day you wake up, and all of a sudden you realize that what once was is no longer. It can happen in an instant; a moment of clarity, if you will.

The Universe has had its way with me recently. Skeletons I have hid in the closet for months, even years, have recently found their way out and back into my life. I am not unhappy about this. It feels good to clean out this stale, stagnant energy I have been carrying around hoping one day it would finally leave me or resolve itself. If only it were that easy. Wouldn’t it be nice for our past to have a shelf life? If only after so long, it could just become nonexistent, or even neutral. It is already spoiled and no longer serves us; for that is why we stuff it in the closet to begin with. In an effort to get rid of it and remove it from our lives yet still keep it close by. We must deal with our skeletons, as scary and cobweb filled as they may be; we must deal with them.

Let’s bring these skeletons into the light; shake them out and dust them off. Ahhh…not as scary as we thought! No, for they are still a part of us; or at least a part of what we once were. They can bring back fond memories, hurt feelings and a sense that we have moved on. It is the final phase of completion. In order to eradicate them totally from our lives, we must find peace with our skeletons. We must find an understanding of not only when they were an integral part of our lives, but an understanding of why we stuffed them in the closet to begin with.

The seasons change and so do the trends. What once was is now no longer, but if we have not yet already learned, let us remind ourselves that history does repeat itself; what once was will come back again, in another form. Let it not be good, let it not be bad – just let it be, accept it and find peace with it. For under our skin and flesh, are we not skeletons ourselves?