I remember the first time I hurt my mother’s heart. I was six years old, and in a tantrum-fueled moment I cried, “I don’t like you anymore.”

Of course, it wasn’t true – but at such a young age I was limited in my ability to trace suffering to cause. I was furious, yes – but I was also tired, hungry and completely agitated.

Her response was brilliant: “That’s ok,” she smiled, “I’ve got love enough for two.”

She knew what it meant to forgive; that it wasn’t a sign of weakness rather a truer measure of courage. Only love can bring about the peace we all desire.

Yet still we hold on. We linger within the explosiveness of the initial upset, but also within the frayed emotions that continue in its wake.

And sadly, even when presented with this blessing of forgiveness – we are hesitant to receive it.

Do we not feel worthy of another’s love?

There is one commonality amongst us all – each of us has felt the sharp sting of betrayal, and each of us has at some point harmed another.

Does this truth make us less deserving? Does is obfuscate the path to healing?

Not at all.

Rather, it simply allows us to move forward in our own way. Free from the bindings of a seemingly inescapable hurt.

A little something to consider, my friends ~

In peace, and with much love…

Namaste ❤