Ghosts of Christmases Past

I meant to write about this yesterday, but between my evening Zumba class and taking care of my grandfather I was so wiped out I could barely keep my eyes open. So to give you a better portrayal of my scrying journey the other night, I decided to wait until to today to post about this experience.

Before I talk about what images presented themselves to my mind, I want to say a few words about reliving the past.
For me, as I'm sure for many others like me, this time of year brings about quite a bit of nostalgia, and not always the warm and fuzzy kind either.
For this time of year, though, I have mostly memories of my grandmother. She loved the holidays like no one else. She always had the nicest tree of all, especially those years where she would bring out her iridescent white plastic tree, which she would decorate with silver Christmas balls and pink iridescent balls that would attach to the twinkle lights on the tree, shining through the white branches in spheres of glowing pink.
Rarely would Christmases be celebrated outside her home. Honestly, Christmas was not really Christmas outside of grandma's house (both of my grandparents lived there, but we always called it 'grandma's house).
Now that she has passed on, the holidays don't have the same meaning they used to. Not that they were a huge celebration to begin with- my family is more secular than anything- but Christmas and Easter were there to have time with my grandmother. Guaranteed we would drive all the way to her house for these holidays, unless there was a huge blizzard or snowstorm that happened to be coming down at or around that time. Thanksgiving as well was spent with her at her home, and just like the other holidays there would be cooking, and baking, and presents, and hugs, and funny stories that we all loved hearing, even though we had heard them a million times over.
What I'm trying to say is, you re-live your past at the holidays, and sometimes that is hard to do. Sometimes you find yourself thinking about things you just want to forget.
Which brings me to my experience the other night. In my scrying/meditation, I was brought to a place where all the bad experiences of my life were coming to a culmination. The need to shed the old in order to bringing about the new was a direct factor in the message I received from my higher-self. I saw Artemis, my new goddess guide, and Hecate, my now old friend, together as one, telling me to go beyond where I am right now; to forget the past and focus on the new and now.

It was a hard message to swallow considering my life right now, but I can only hope that with their guidance and perseverance I can bring myself to a higher state of being and a more cultivated, forward moving state of mind and spirit for the future.

I hope we can all learn from the ghosts of our past with no regrets. It hurts, and it's hard, but it helps.