Their fragile petals bloom with immeasurable power.
"It's spring! It's time for the winter demons to leave," they say. Their pillowy strength reaches for the sun, cleaning the air for a new season.
They take over the streets with happy sights as I drive these pink enveloped tracks. A renewal of vitality with their injection absolving my veins.
It's time for spring cleaning.
It's time for our belongings to be returned to us. I clean in preparation. I'm readying myself for the purge. I say goodbye to pieces of myself that I thought I needed.
I don't 'need' them. They are filler. Items meant to satiate. Ironically, all they do is make a room more confusing. Too much to look at in one sweep of view.
Upon opening a bewitched box that hasn't been visited in 5 years, I brace myself for a goodbye to my spiritual past. A time when I tried so very hard to believe in a 'god', 'goddess' or any kind of 'higher power'.
All I could come up with was molecules of energy. There is energy in this box. I could feel it's past attempts speaking to me with liveliness.
This magical box carries a time of immense healing.
This enchanted box also contains words to myself from the past:
On Sunday, March 15, 1992 @ 11:30 at night, you cried.
You envisioned yourself with a love and that beautiful thought was replaced by being broken up with.
You wrote 2 poems.
You thought you are not the one to ever have a relationship. You don't believe love could enter your life. You believe that you are destined to be alone forever, because you are terrified of being hurt.
It's much easier to be lonely than to be rejected. You realized that all those times you cried because you were 'lonely', were really because you were too frightened to love and be hurt again.
And again, and again.
Your eyes were swollen and you realized there was no way you could get up the next day at 5:30 a.m. to go to your aerobic class.
How do you feel today?
Today? I feel a hell of a lot better than when this note was written.
Life can still throw adversity my way. I'm not sure why this path is so rocky for me.
It just is.
But I'll tell you, my heart is much stronger than when this note to myself was penned.
I am lovable. I am capable of being loved and that relationship I always imagined is here.
I'm living the dream.
Yes, I cleaned out the house from the flood. I cleaned out items that are not necessary to this new world. I'm ready for more healing from my past.
I will continue to keep this note. I will read it again in another 10 years perhaps.
I will keep these words as well.