Happy #ForgivingFridays everyone! Yay! This is an opportunity for YOU to share about forgiveness & post about it ANY DAY this week! You can post a poem, a quote, or a photo (or even take a walk like one of this week’s contributors), or write about compassion like I did. (See guidelines below ❤ )
***This post is my contribution for The Daily Post’s prompt, Partner and Frank’s Challenge, Three. Frank your challenge helped me see that love touches me, my mom, and me as a teen – thank you so much. It’s also my contribution for Nikki’s Creative Prompt, Friendship. I love you, Nikki. ❤
Today’s Forgiving Fridays is endless compassion.
As many of you know, my mom was murdered. It was 12 years ago now, and I thought I forgave what I needed to forgive.
This week, I was at a coaching retreat with Robert Holden, and his invitation was to open up to love. I did. What I heard inside of me was this:
“Compassion is a kiss from the Heart Beat of Love Unto the Head Bent Low.”
After this, I also heard a voice crying out from deep within me, “Why wasn’t I there?” Why wasn’t I there to save my mom?
I didn’t really know where to go with that question. Robert helped me see that my mom was trying to help me, that I – DEBBIE – was the head bent low, and I was being kissed by compassion.
Searching for the answer wasn’t going to heal this. What healed it was surrender to that love kissing my forehead. I cried, and I let go of 12 years (and really probably from childhood) of wishing I could save my mom.
I want to tell you some intelligent thing, or some spiritual message that answers this.
All I can truly do is say this, I allowed myself to be held by compassion and to see through the eyes of love.
To wrap up, what I have is a prayer for forgiveness. It’s amazing grace, the love that blesses each one of us no matter what we did. This love holds each of our hands. Even the person who killed my mom. Even me.
Here’s a photo with me and my mom when I was a teenager. I had so much angst about her then. Little did I know that I’d hold this photo knowing that love lifts all 3 of us:
I am grateful for all of you who contribute to Forgiving Fridays. I learn so much from you! Here are this week’s contributions:
Etta of Simply Etta D. gave us a beautiful invitation to believe in ourselves and go for our dreams.
Judith of Nature Knows Best wrote a stunning piece on how her mom’s death helped her forgive what she thought was “wrong”.
Emily of Zombie Flamingos did a “forgiveness walk” to help her let go of judgments – and took amazing photos on the way. (Movement can be a powerful form of forgiveness!)
DeBorah of Roaming Urban Gypsy took a collage of photos from hidden places around New York that are so truly beautiful.
Ali of Flashlight Batteries gifted us with a poem, “The Doorway of Forgiveness”, with a gorgeous ending.
Pragalbha of Infinite Living contributed a wonderful message of gratitude from her personal retreat.
And in case you missed it from last week 🙂 :
Stella of Giggles & Tales shared a story on the palm tree to illustrate the powerful ways we can make a difference to people.
I wrote a poem that helped me open to compassion. See below. I’d love for you to read it, I’m opening to more creativity for Forgiving Fridays!
I love you.
Here are the guidelines of #ForgivingFridays:
- Every day is Friday! Do a post today or anytime this week.
- Be creative – there’s LOTS of space for your expression! Write a poem, take a photo, post a quote, share your story … what opens your heart?
- Tag your post with #ForgivingFridays
- Create a pingback link to this post so I can find you.
- Have fun – you are awesome!!
Why? What was the
someone would lash out, is it
pain, oh Beloved, maybe there is
a lesson of love. Of deep gratefulness
Of a breathing meditation, in the Spirit
for you to know
Deeply and Completely
That all is of love. How?
Say, I don’t know.
Say it again,
and say it one more time.
And allow the Spirit to delight you in