“Burn leaves in autumn. Burn sage and sweet-grass to purify your room and yourself. Burn the old pictures, the old letters, the old papers that no longer mean anything. Burn candles everywhere, inside and out, in glass holders and old pie tins and in seashells on window sills and counters and tabletops. Cast into the fire those feelings and attitudes that no longer serve you. Feel them disintegrate. Watch how the smoke curls. Burn off anger in small doses. Don’t wait for a meltdown. Create the hearth that contains and focuses your inner fire. Burn the dinner and then laugh about it. If it’s necessary for your self-survival, yes, burn a bridge every now and then. Just make sure you’re safely on one side or the other before you do.” ~ Rachel Snyder
Well, what do you think? Should one engage in the exhilarating act of pyromania in an effort to clear themselves of the past and start fresh? Is it rational to treat parts of our past like an overgrown forest that needs the focus of a controlled burn to make room for new growth? Have you ever burned your past?
This is my controlled burn. I’m choosing carefully what fuel I will add to my fire. I have rifled through the boxes and envelopes and bins and gathered up the refuse of my past. I won’t miss it. I won’t look for it later and wonder why I let it go. This fire has been smouldering for years, and my mistake was not feeding it when it started.
I won’t hang on to regret, it only weighs me down. I won’t rely on hindsight to rationalize what has already happened, it only makes me mad. I will NOT shoulder the burden of everyone’s reactions to my path; it’s my life. I will let go of what once was and stop asking myself why it isn’t anymore. The past is no place to linger.
I’m burning. I’m piling it up and setting it ablaze. Nothing says ‘I’m done’ like a big-assed bon fire.