April 28, 2016 by Cathy Brown
“All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it yet”. ~ Designbolts.com
Last month as I was digging in the basement for the Easter decorations, I came across some stuff I hadn’t seen for many years. All my decorating search immediately halted as I sat engrossed with the photos and memories pulling me back into the past. I felt a tremendous sadness and emptiness as I realized a huge chunk of my life was over.
Looking at these happy memories, I wanted to relive them -go back in time – go at it a second time…seeing my girls grow up again, the fun and parties in Florida and New Your City, family holidays with Mom and Dad. How could all these be over? Where did the time go? When did all of this happen? When did my tomorrows become yesterdays in such a flash?
I came across some help with making peace with my endings in an article by Tanice Leroux, life coach and blogger entitled “How to Make Peace with Your Unfinished Endings.”
Here’s what Tancie had to say…Unfinished endings…new beginnings…sometimes it seems as if you put ridiculous amounts of effort and energy into sustaining a happy existence and then bits and pieces of it die off without your consent. Change doesn’t always get your permission.
Every one of us feels we have today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year. There’s an open field of time ahead to get it all done, but one day you’ll turn around and be caught off guard by the miles of road behind you. WOW! It fills you up with incredible appreciation, heartache and hopefulness all at the same time.
Nothing stays the same. There’s no way of getting around the fact that there’ll be a last time for everything; a last kiss on the dimpled hand of your growing daughter; a last hug from your aging mother; a last day before your son leaves home; a last beautiful sunset. That’s just the way it is. As with every breath you inhale, you have to exhale. Hold, release.
Think of it like the lovely tradition of Amish Friendship bread. With every loaf you bake for a friend, you give a bit of the starter dough for them to use for their batch. They, in turn, make their own bread from your starter and pass the same along to the next set of friends.
Maybe the parts of our lives are like that. The lessons and pieces of the past become the starter for the next batch of memories and lessons. The beautiful entanglement of past and present gives birth to a new story and a vantage point to jump from. Nothing is ever really lost. The “starter” is always part of the continuing story.
My path has been filled with happiness, purpose and meaning, so the march of time isn’t something that scares me anymore, but it is something I choose to value more. It’s my constant walking companion and whether I consent of not, it’ll run out someday.
We all have to be okay with that. The only way it becomes our enemy is when we’re not using it well.
Memories are sacred energies that escort us lovingly forward. We don’t have to look back and try to hold on to them or try to erase them. The ups, downs, pain, pleasure, messes and perfection remain a part of who we are forever.
Make peace with what you leave behind and bless the truly amazing person it’s made you. Appreciate the people and lessons you’ve been given and walk boldly into your future with love, gratitude and a new intention.
You are right where you are supposed to be.
Well said, Tanice, well said!
“All deaths, all endings, are a path to the next beginning.” ~ Albert Villioido
My memories are sacred energy that escort me lovingly forward.
I am right where I am supposed to be.