I have always been a big proponent of honoring the past. I want to preserve buildings and other bits and pieces of history. It seems important to have those things around to help us remember the lessons learned in earlier times.
For the last few weeks I’ve been writing about some particular events in my own life. It’s not a memoir, and I doubt I will ever publish it anywhere, which should be a relief to other people who are part of the stories. It’s just a way for me to process some things and to look for common threads. I’m playing connect the dots, I suppose.
The thought that has continued to occur to me through this process is that the past doesn’t always deserve honoring. Sometimes it might be best buried.
One of my mottos for living has always been, “Let it go. Let it be. Let it lie.” I’m going against my own advice by not letting things lie. But I’ve been getting messages for a few months that I need to write these stories. I even had that repeated multiple times this past weekend at the writing workshop. So, I’m writing.
Perhaps there’s a reason I don’t yet understand. But I am not finding much worth honoring in this past – about me or anyone else involved. Perhaps time will reveal the reasons..