Last year I went to the Temple and left my messages to loved ones on the wood to be burned to ash when the Temple burned.
But I did not watch the Temple burn.
And I deeply regretted it.
This year I went to the Temple but I left no messages to be burnt into cinders.
But I did watch it burn.
Quite the moving experience, if you ask me.
Originally, I had grand plans for this Temple burn.
I was going to release my feelings for people who used to, but no longer held positions of love in my life.
Oh, I was going to print out our IMs to fasten to the Temple walls.
I was going to burn the only gift I was ever given from him.
And you know what?
I didn’t do it.
It’s not that I didn’t want to.
It’s that just planning my good bye was good enough.
My peace was made.
And anything else was just redundant.
You know it’s a magical healing place, when just the thought of it gives you spiritual release!