“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.”~Mark Twain
Forgiveness. It’s so heavy. The thought of it weighs down on me like a Sumo Wrestler sitting on my chest. I have not forgiven Donkey, but he has not asked for it either. There are words upon words I could compose on this pardon, whether it has happened and just hasn’t been labeled as such, on the exculpation of self, on the excusing of others at play in that chapter, but I’d like to step away from these great depths of soul-searching absolution.
There is surface-forgiveness, lying just below the rim of the great canyon of life’s transgressions. It happens everyday, and opens the path through the brambles to the greater wrongs. Practice makes perfect, so they say. I want to practice the everyday forgiveness and make easier the once-in-a-lifetime forgiveness. Everyday forgiveness doesn’t have to involve heavy, heart-un-hardening grand gestures of forgiveness.
- I won’t blast my horn at the car that cuts me off on the interstate. His wife could be in labor. Her mother could be dying.
- I won’t snide that person who didn’t smile back at me in the aisle at the grocery store. Her husband could beat her. His wife could be jealous.
- I won’t turn my nose up at that skinny person buying cookies. She could have Hyperthyroidism. He could have just survived cancer.
- I won’t raise my eyebrows at that fat person buying apples. He could be on steroids for asthma. She could be pregnant.
- I won’t get upset with the person who doesn’t hold the door for me. He could have lost his peripheral vision. She could be getting yelled at by her boss.
- I won’t grumble at the person who takes the last copy of Shrek from the RedBox. Her son could be sick. His girlfriend could need a pick-me-up.
To forgive is to stop blame and grant pardon. To blame is to assign responsibility for a fault or wrong. I cannot blame you for the responsibility I assign to your actions. Am I forgiving you for cutting me off? Or am I forgiving myself for holding you responsible when I don’t know the motivation behind the action. Perhaps it is neither. Perhaps it is both. Perhaps, I need more patience and I will find my way to the grand canyon and find its natural beauty and not its gaping hole.
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