September 30, 2017
"I'll forgive and forget
Before I'm paralyzed..." The xx
Today, on Yom Kippur, I am reflecting back on a conversation I had with a friend in Rome. I spoke of the freedom I had found in offering (or asking for) forgiveness, especially in situations where I could have easily held onto a story or a grudge. For me, forgiveness does not infer forgetting. It's an act that entails making peace with what has happened, learning from a painful story and then releasing myself from it. Forgiveness is a two way street---I have learned to offer forgiveness, but also to ask for it often and generously. In its most basic state, forgiveness allows me to be present. It grants freedom. My friend and I talked for a long while on this subject before looking up to see this wall right behind us with graffiti in Italian that read, "Forgive me."