Shedding the unwantedness in our lives can sometimes be just what we need.
There is that place where you have nothing to lose because you have lost everything. Everything that was supposed to go. Sweating…Shedding dead, meaningless skin the kind that comes off after you have stripped spa-soaked in hot warm cold water… landed in a 110 degrees dry sauna room accompanied by 120 degrees steam room…then made your rounds to a few more rooms of 150 degrees…inhaling… exhaling… sweating…cooling…dehydrating… meditating… journaling… Finally… by the time you are ready to complete your renewal (without realizing it) your total body especially your legs and feet (those vital parts that carry you to and fro) have shed flakes…flakes of unwanted, dry dead skin from just the stroke of your fingers and the experience.
Shedding is releasing…when you release, you become able to tell it like it is.
Emily Dickinson said, “Tell the truth but tell it slant.” No, I say– tell it how it is. How it truly t-i-s. Unequivocally…Loss may come but clarity will too…in time you learn what really matters. Much like losing a loved one or a close friend. Loss can feel fresh when you release and shed…those who know it feel it. You’re devastated. The pain befriends you. The hurt sustains you. The grief rocks you. Some days. Some nights You learn to move on. But remember: You can get through this. Whatever the THIS is.
Glendal Wallace -Poet and Author 