On forgiveness

On forgiveness

One day, she thought, I will get tired of being angry, too tired to keep holding on to the need to be right, and I will let go. I will recognise that all forgiveness is self-forgiveness, and if I’m holding out on them, I’m holding out on myself. I’m tired of holding out on myself. I love myself more than this, don’t I? .
And perhaps then, and only then, she will let herself love so fully, so completely that it doesn’t matter what anyone says, or does, they will always have a home in her, for she is forever theirs, and they hers. Maybe not in this lifetime, maybe not in the world of fearful behaviour, but she will hold them, and love their soul in a way they, and her, never even thought possible.
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This, she realised, was the only true way to be free, the only true way to love herself, and recognise she was already everything she could possibly desire to be

Promises

Promises

What can we hope for, except truth? There is little chance of promises being kept, unless they are promises of change, for we can no more tell if we will always be kind than if the sun will warm our faces that day. Because really, isn’t that all we truly want to know? Will you be kind to me? Will you treat me well? Is my heart safe with you?
And of course, we can never know, because we are all imperfect and the chances are we will forget to be kind one day, and someone will choose to blame our momentary lack of integrity on a fundamental character flaw, destined to be repeated and therefore requiring us to be written off or punished with distance…. Or perhaps, they will instead recognise our imperfections as their opportunities to heal….and allow us both the opportunity for radical honesty and transparency, rather than promises we can only ever hope to keep. Perhaps even, that we will trust ourselves to hold our hearts safely, and that when we open those hearts to others it is done so with the knowledge that whatever happens, our hearts will always be safe, because we put our faith in love, not an imperfect interpretation of who someone else should be

Forgiveness and healing

Forgiveness and healing

And so she wandered, though the space in her own mind, and realised, perhaps for the first time, that all the pain she’d suffered, seemingly at the hands of others, she inflicted upon herself…

What is meant for you

What is meant for you

I slightly misquoted this (sorry!), but you get the point. Never abandon yourself under some illusion that you need something in your life that requires you to be different to who you are. If it requires you to be something you’re not, or deny how you feel, it’s not for you. Walk away. Make space for what is meant for you

Who sees you?

Who sees you?

@eleven.twenty.four 🙌💕🙌
Who are the people who really SEE you? .
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Who are the ones who refuse to believe the stories you tell yourself and consistently challenge you to step into your true power? Keep these people close, and be grateful for how uncomfortable they sometimes make your ego feel