I found this on my computer at work. It is crudely written; however I think it carries a good message and thought I would share it with you.
Pieces of Me written 5/3/2010
What if…there was a place in time that you were really only you, a place that only existed when you needed it to, where only you could go.
There is such a place; deep within the corner of your mind. I like it there when it’s clean and freshly dusted. Most of the time however; it’s full of cobwebs, dusty and slightly foggy. Sometimes I open the door only to be reminded of how neglectful of this sacred space I really have been. It’s slightly comically to see all the things I have left behind in this room. The items that at one time were so special and priceless…now sit forgotten and useless in my neglected space. I feel a sense of sadness when I look at all these forgotten pieces of my life. One by one each replaced by the other, only to be left and forgotten.
What I find amazing is that the dust can get so thick so fast. It somehow seems unreal how long it has been since I was here last.
I decide to dust off the chair and sit awhile. It seems the right thing to do. As I sit here and ponder the things that have gone forgotten…I am hit with the question of what it was that actually brought me back here to begin with. I look down and find in my hand a letter. It then seems all too clear…It all starts with a letter, a request or plea…
I decide to put the letter down. I need to clean up. Air the space out and clear the air. As the dust starts to dissipate I start to find more letters among the forgotten items cast around the room, lost letters everywhere. Letters that seemed so important at one point in my life, but now are only piles of paper and ink. Some of these letters I find are very old…the more I dust and clean the more I find. Letters on notebook paper, blank paper, stationary, parchment, even bark and stone…
I question my assumption of all of these being just requests and pleas…
As I continue to question… I notice many are addressed…to…me. They are letters from me…to me. Letters of strength, hope, triumph and courage. Letters to remind me I am not alone. I have never been alone. I gather the letters… I need to read them, hold them and touch them. Each of these letters in this dusty room in the corner of my mind is a reminder of where I have been. Who I have been. What I have learned. What I still need to learn. They are all pieces of me.