It’s funny how people drift in and out of my life. Even years can pass and like a barnacle on the back of a whale, I look around and there they still are! Yes, that was a poor analogy, but sometimes it’s like that. We swim on, in and out of new bodies of water, and lo and behold when we stop to take a look around at our new horizon, they are still attached! Maybe it’s a symbiotic relationship of sorts. Who’s to say? They too, may benefit from remaining attached.
Is cutting the cord of past relationships always the best choice?
This has always seemed to be my personal Waterloo and has become the cause of many a disagreement between myself and current boyfriends, as well as girlfriends. “You need to cut the cord, let them go, pull the plug, do a clearing, burn the letters…” and the list goes on. I always brace myself just a little inside when this sort of advise, or even sometimes a demand, is presented to me as “good, solid advise for my highest and best interest”.
My life experiences make up the tapestry of who I am. Not a soul level, but in a way that has molded my character. I like the woman I have become, I truly do. Maybe because of this, when I uncover a thread from my past that was once wound around my heart, I cherish it. I don’t want to cut it out. I would rather weave it through so that it blends with the others, yet still stands alone in its own magnificence as a vital part of the woman that I am. I feel a tenderness and a sometimes soft pang I my heart when I trace the line of a particular thread back through time. Some are longer than others, some bright and colorful and others rich and dark . Some bring warmth and still burn bright while others remind me of courage and steps taken toward sovereignty.
No, I don’t want to cut any cords or break any precious threads. For this shimmering matrix is the mandala of my life and when I follow each thread to its source, that’s where I find God, and that is where love resides eternally unbroken.