The past is filled with a rich, wonderful, and instructive tapestry of precious life.
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People are often telling me that I need to leave the past behind.
Why? Why would I do this?
The past is filled with a rich, wonderful, instructive tapestry of precious life. Why would I leave it behind?
Absolutely everything about me today, who and what I am in this moment is the result of absolutely every moment that came before this moment.
Without the past I am not me, I am not here, there is no now. If I had a different past I would be a different me; and now would be a different now.
I can only experience the now because of every moment that preceded the now. Every current neuron in my brain developed, was strengthened or weakened in the past. All of my perceptions of the now were formed by my past.
—> The value of self-reflection is in discovering how the past is informing this moment in the here and now; and it really is.
When I am sitting in the forest in this moment I am experiencing the forest in a way that has been shaped by, that is only possible because of every single moment of my past.
I cannot experience the forest in this moment as I do without my past. It is so much richer and more meaningful. I know what sound that is (a little red squirrel chattering high in the tree or a chick-a-dee calling out my chick-a-dee name) because of my past. I know what that rich, wonderful smell is because of my past. That smell is linked to my past. It evokes memories of my childhood adventures in the forest or a hike I did with a loved one or alone. The smell is so much richer because of its ties to my past.
I know which forest friends are all around me because of my past. That is my friend the oak tree, over there is my friend the pine tree, this beautiful friend is a fern, this is my friend a trillium, my friends the snake, the toad, the newt. Oh, watch out for the poison ivy, a danger I only know about in the here and now because of my past. Step around that little toxic friend. I know the call of the eagle soaring far above out of sight because of my past.
In remembering the past (“the good times, the bad times, you know I’ve had my share”), I am thinking about all of the friends that I’ve had over the years, the gift of love, kindness, adventure, learning, laughter, patience, and forgiveness they each have given me along the way, this IS my moment in the here and now.
I think about my past love partners fairly often. I can feel them indelibly marked inside of me, the gift of love they gave to me. It’s still there. Their love is still inside me, still shaping my heart and mind. Their warmth and caring fills me in this moment and I so appreciate the past time during which they shared some part of their journey with me.
I think about the mean fuckers too, how much I learned so much from them. I would not leave them behind in my past. They inform my compassion and understanding of struggle and distress. I am kinder and gentler because of them, and a bit tougher too.
Thank you childhood mean fuckers. I appreciate you. And, lest I forget, I was a mean fucker too.
I woke up at 3;30 AM recently and sat on my bed, sobbing. I love and miss Val so very much. I would never leave her behind in the past. Val comes with me. Val is a very real and important part of my very loving relationship today with Bridget; and so too are May, Aileen, Linda, and so on. (I’m not naming everyone, but yes, I so truly and deeply appreciate you too.) These wonderful, loving people are all here, all a wonderful and rich part of my past and an important part of who I am today.
In the here and now, I might be sobbing about a grievous loss, smiling about a fun adventure, feeling some past loving moment shared. This is my moment, my rich moment is my here and now.
I would not give this rich, priceless moment of time recalling some aspect of my past up for anything.
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Some folks might get concerned because I post the past. I don’t necessarily post how wonderful my current life is. I don’t post my plans for the future, my future trepidations, and anticipation of a wonderful life ahead. I don’t post my thoughts in preparation for my eventual death (not imminent, hopefully, but one never knows).
When you hike high up in the mountains, do you not stop now and then to rest and to see all the wonderful views in all directions? The trail behind, how beautiful and rigorous it was. The trail ahead, how beautiful and rigorous it will be. The mountains off in the distance to left and right, the trails not taken today. The beautiful sky above? The tiny particles making up the ground below and the solid granite beneath your feet that has been right here for eons.
How amazing and beautiful. I am standing on a planet traveling is space that is here now in this moment and has been for billions of years. This moment is so much richer and more meaningful because of the billions of years of preceding existence.
The plants and animals all around. Is the trail behind you not worthy of deep thought in this moment?