I forgive you for all the times you forget.
For all the times you truly believe you are less than : because you are not as organized as you wish, punctual as is expected, as you watch your time evaporate – stressed about all the seemingly important things that are left untended to.
I forgive you for living in your mind, when you know it’s better to stay in the heart. I forgive you for all the judgements you place on your exterior, your interior, your enviornment – rather than seeing it as a reflection, an invitation to go deeper.
I forgive you for forgetting all that you already know.
And I celebrate your capacity to continue to soften, and ask the heart what it needs, again and again.