“I’ve tried to forgive myself, God, but I can only come so far,” I said, in a heartfelt prayer to an autumn sky heavy with rain-soaked clouds. I knelt beside the Rose of Sharon bush that I’d planted next to the house in memory of my father-in-law. Summer blooms of white and purple flowers had faded to dead nubs and the bushes’ fern-like foliage was frost burnt. The wet curl of fallen leaves soaked the knees of my jeans and I shivered. The ground was carpeted in color; brown, gold, the odd orange-red-yellow discard from a Maple tree. A gnawed dog bone was abandoned in the yellowed grass.
“Please, God, can you do the rest?” I asked. My guilt was eating me alive. I had done a thing that had caused pain to many. It was unlike me. It had come from a place of desperation and anger. I picked up the red and rusted trowel that I’d carried to the spot. I dug a deep hole into the black soil. My fingers were splotchy, bleached and pink with cold. Satisfied that the burrow was deep enough, I dropped a small jewel into it. It was a memento given to me by one of the people I’d hurt. As I shoveled the dirt back over topaz gem, I felt the ping of something releasing its hold on me – but the sensation was slight. With a heavy heart, I rose and headed back into the warmth of the house.
Two weeks later, in an unremarkable moment, as I stood at the kitchen counter and folded towels, God answered. The warmth started in my chest and then became a tsunami in my body. I can’t explain it, but I knew what had happened. The gift of self-forgiveness had come. My heart was flooded with light; the shadow on it had lifted. I was free to make all possible amends with dignity and congruence.
It is possible to forgive the unforgiveable. We don’t walk the path alone. Forgiveness is a gift, a connection with the innocence of the soul.
© Linda Sandel Pettit, Ed.D., 2022
Photo by Ahmed Assem, courtesy of Unsplash.com
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Linda Sandel Pettit, Ed.D. inspires intuitive-creative women healers to use their healing modalities, speaking voices, and written words to unfold and share the wisdom of the Sacred Feminine. For a peek at Linda’s poetry, see: https://lindasandelpettit.com/yearning-a-poem/
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