Forgiveness is a bitter fruit
On forgiveness, resentment, loving things as they are, and releasing expectation
This week, I have sat to write this letter many times only to walk away, resolving to try again another day. I’ve also attempted to write about literally anything but forgiveness — slowness, my daily walk, my upcoming birthday. But what’s actually alive for me is forgiveness.
Forgiveness is a theme that I’m frequently working with — it’s one that I can always pivot into with ease. I’ve spent much of my adult life working with forgiveness, understanding it, embodying it, learning how to infuse it into my daily life and relationships.
If there’s anything I’ve learned about forgiveness, it’s that it never looks like what I want it to look like. Rather, it doesn’t look like what my ego wants it to look like.
I’ve paved a long, winding road toward forgiving the people I thought I would never forgive. More than that, I’ve found deep love and gratitude for all the things they’ve taught me.
Getting to this place of love and surrender and karmic gratitude can be summed up by these two sentiments that entered my orbit. They rang true and shifted my perspective on forgiveness and love forever —