We’re coming down to the last few days of the project, and I’m thinking that it’s time to dig deep and come to terms with the skeletons in our closets. Let’s face it. We all have them. Those hidden shameful or embarrassing things that we don’t talk about, don’t want anyone else to find out about, that we just want to bury and forget about.

There is a school of thought in some circles that we should kick those skeletons out. I guess the idea being that we can simply show them to the door and they’ll just leave? Does that really work? Is it even a good plan?

I have a different idea. Maybe even a RADICAL idea. Why not brew a pot of tea, and grab a pillow, crack that closet door open, get cozy on the pillow, share a cup of tea with your resident skeletons, and have a nice little chat. Probably just one at a time. A whole crew of closet skeletons might be a bit much.

I don’t have very many skeletons in my closet but I do have a few. I decided to share a little bit about one of them here to give you an idea of what I’m talking about. Here it is:

Years ago, before cell phones, when my kids were young, I was driving home early in the evening. It was a winding narrow road just outside a small town. And we passed the scene of an accident that had just happened. I can still see it clear as day. The driver’s side door was off and the driver looked… well… not good. Not good at all. There was a passenger but I didn’t get a good look because by the time I realized what I was seeing, I had already driven past them. They were on a side street, right at the intersection.

I knew I should stop and do something. I wanted to. But there was no shoulder, no place to pull over. I thought I should at least pull into the next driveway I saw and knock on the door and get someone to call 911. But the next driveway flew past. I thought I should turn around at the next opportunity… but then I didn’t. And pretty soon we were kind of far away. I told myself that someone else would come by and do something. And because it was a well traveled road, they probably did. But I have always felt bad about not stopping… not helping… just driving on by like nothing happened.

So that’s something that haunts me when I think about it. And this morning I was thinking OK. So now what? I can’t go back in time. What to do? So I had a chat with my “closet skeleton” and this is what I came up with:

I focused and sent Reiki into the past to enfold those people in loving healing energy. I asked my angels and guides to find those two souls and express to them my regret at not stopping to render aid. Will I stop at the next accident I see? Yes, if no one else is there, absolutely yes. I won’t want to, but I will.

Does it change what happened? Probably not. Am I OK with what I did and didn’t do? No. Do I feel better about it? A little bit better, yes.

Ok so… there’s that. I have other skeletons that will remain unspoken, but I do intend to have a chat with each one until we are well acquainted and fast friends. Why friends? They are a part of me. They are part of my experience of being me. I’m going to own them, embrace them, and see how that feels.

Now it’s your turn. What are your skeletons? Where are the closets they hide within? Is there at least one that you could have a chat with?