To Forgive Is Not To Forget

All her Jewish friends were posting their amends for Yom Kippur on their socials. Her yoga teacher had said that any big religious holiday was a great time to meditate regardless of your faith. Something about the concentration of energy. Over 15 million people were taking inventory of their sins and asking forgiveness. That energy had to shift some atoms and create space for something better. She lay down on the grass and looked up at the clouds. The air felt heavy with humility. She felt the heaviness pushing her into the earth. The weight of sin. Apparently the worst sin is the sin against self. Could she forgive herself? She couldn’t possible inventory a year’s worth of negative self talk. She wanted to pray for rain but that wasn’t the same as forgiveness. The stain had to be lifted from within.

It’s been a minute since I did a timed write… yes to the puns, unintended but welcome. It was fun to muse on the wholesale power of faith and prayer. I do believe in the power of thought. Feed your spirit with kindness. Be sweet to you.