1 I forgave myself. I forgave myself for not following the instructions this time. This is not a list just about myself. I forgave myself radically. Today I am listing five whom I have forgiven, one of them myself. I forgave myself because the truth of my spirit is not always what I speak. Too often I find I am speaking and it is not of the spirit at all. Enunciations to impress others or convince myself that I am worthy are instead what I find myself making. But what I have been trying in this blog and in my life is to speak the truth of spirit in what I do. The more I try, the better I get at it.

2 I forgave my parents for divorcing. That is past tense. Right when they divorced my decision was to never blame them for having to split. That decision likely came with the help of therapy and sibling guidance. They were better off apart because they were not happy together. That simple.

3 I forgave the dead. Maybe this seems a nonsubject, but people do harbor anger for the dead. But deep in me I have a decree of forgiveness for those who have passed. I have heard of perfect angels dying and people can't get over their loss, so they blame the person. I lost someone recently and he was the most kind loving acquaintance I have ever known. But I would never blame Reverend Bunn for dying. I went to the Episcopal church today and cried when the passing of George Bunn was referenced. I sang off key so I tried to balance my desire to express with the need for proper notes that others might feel. I forgive. The sermon said that in order to be a good Christian "we" must accept the kindness of others that are different from us. So across cultures, despite differences, because of the differences, we are to accept others. We must be welcomed into the homes of strangers, and welcome in the strangers, and eat the keto diet if we end up in that home, or go vegan if that is the home we land. So my heart - if I listen for it - says I need to take this kindness of strangers. That is true, and it is an interesting truth. Going into the home of someone different from you, their custom might be poverty or grief. They might offer you a hug or their last bread, and it is right to take it. That taking can be just as tremendous an act of kindness as the giving.


I forgave those who see things differently from how I do. I used to think I could teach and change everyone into seeing the world the way I do. No longer do I want to do that. It can be hard with confederate flag wavers to not be angry with them. So maybe I am still working on this somewhat. But I have forgiven a lot of them.


I forgave impatient people though I find them challenging. They are forgiven.