What I know about shadows is contained in three things: Peter Pan, the song “Me & My Shadow,” and those wondrously weird shaped things that precede Gracie and me on our walks.
But there is another that I sometimes worry about. The shadow my memory casts. There is no promise of Neverland, no catchy tune, nor anything wondrous in this shadow.
Memory shadows sting and tie me to something from which I am certain I canNOT escape.
They break my heart.
They shame me.
They make me BElieve I am utterly unworthy of Hope or Love.
So this prompting to NOT worry about my shadow is something of a gift.
A Get-Out-of-Jail free card.
Don’t worry about the mistakes and the slights and the hurts BEcause to DO so ties you [and me] to a time we canNOT change or un-DO.
Don’t worry what someone else’s memory of you [or me] and that incident or episode is BEcause it’s nothing more than a shadow YOU [or I] are casting on the Light of Right Now.
Unlike Peter Pan, our shadows aren’t sewn on us.
We only see them when the Light hits us just so. T
hey canNOT BE removed or pinned back.
In fact, our shadows are much more like the one the song is about…
I love you, Currie