I’m into something real,
that has my heart grinning surprised,
my world a little rocked
by this wild, brave, fear-defying adventure
i’ve been wilding for my whole life long,
and didn’t have a clue,
so simple and subversive,
this business of forgiveness,
that frees me up when I go there
instead of numbing or running (oh how often I do),
trusting instead Love to hold me while I feel,
and when it rushes me, the hurt and anger,
I release a river of forgiveness
and the pain is swept away
and even though I’m still on the ground where I sat down earlier,
hearing the birds still making their music
and a plane humming faraway in the sky overhead
as if nothing has changed,
somehow everything has
because I’ve come uncontaminated,
heart gone light
where the knot burned hot before
and I feel soft like a child
waking up to the morning of all that is good.
Yeah, it’s that good, forgiveness,
and maybe I’m the last to know
that it is freedom,
this gift we give ourselves.
Kind of feels like growing young.
I know you know.
But we forget, don’t we,
because sometimes we carry the hurt too long
(‘cause it can feel good to nurse the anger)
and we forget how heavy
until it metastasizes
and we’re caught up in the symptoms
instead of pulling up the root.
I’ve been practicing it alot, lately, as if an art,
like a yoga practice,
and, holy wow, what a sweet difference it’s making.
Just had to sing about it some:)
Thanks for riding along.
I wish I could send each of you some handmade love;
thanks so much for your life-giving comments on last week’s post.
They’re dear to my heart.
My smiling son drew Bren’s name from the bag.
I’ll be sending some handmade goodness up to her in Canada
and if you get a chance to stop by her blog,
she’s a painterly artist with a beautiful soul.