You create shadows when you turn from the light that is within you. When you have lived in the shadows long enough, your spirit cries out for more…turn toward the light and your shadows will disappear.
The familiar rush of anger hit me square in the chest. He was doing it again! I turned away quickly, so my face, which was always my mirror to the world, would not give me away.”Another family dinner ruined,” I thought derisively.
My emotions finally under control, I glanced up to see my mother watching me with patient love and acceptance, almost as if she could read my thoughts. I tried to smile but could not hide the pain that smoldered beneath the surface of my anger. Why was this so hard?
Sometime later, after the dishes were sent back to the cabinet to rest until needed again, and the kitchen cleaned, scrubbed and tidied for tomorrow, she found me like she always did when I was upset.
“You don’t have to do this to yourself,” she said gently. I could only stare blankly at my hands, wondering why I was so fortunate to have been born with a twin brother. As her words sunk into my consciousness, I became sullen, certain as only a 14 year old can, that I would never know my place in the world.
We sat like that, my mother and I, until she decided that I had sulked long enough. She turned to me, her love light shining brightly in her eyes, and said softly, squeezing my hands for emphasis, “Don’t ever compare yourself to others.”
I nodded but couldn’t stop myself from responding, “I just can’t help it sometimes! We have the same teachers and the same friends, but I can just never do as well as him.”
To her credit, my mother did not lose her calm demeanor, even though laughter was burbling up her throat. “You should hear yourself,” she managed to say between taking deep breaths. “You act like everything should be equal just because you were born twins!”
The accusation stung me into silence. Is that really what I thought? I took a moment to think back over the past few months and it suddenly dawned on me that she was absolutely right. In a weak attempt to defend myself, I said, “Isn’t that what everyone thinks?”
She shook her head, smiling warmly at me. “No dearie, that is definitely not what everyone thinks.” She leaned over to kiss me good night, murmured her usual “sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite,” and stood up to leave. As she reached the door, she paused and patted her pocket. Her hand found a small slip of paper and she handed it to me, palm up. I had no choice but to stand up and accept her offering. “I meant to give you this earlier.”
“Thank you,” I said with a smile. “You made me feel so much better.”
“I love you,” she said, walking back over to hug me tightly.
After she left, I took the paper and sat on the floor next to my bed. I had a lot to think about and I wanted to write about it in my journal. I absently set aside the paper and opened my journal, but no words came to me. I waited but a wall seemed to exist between my usually fluid flow of thoughts and my pen. After my backside began to go numb, I sighed and moved to sit on my bed.
The note still lay on the floor where I had carelessly tossed it. Since I was getting nowhere in my journal writing, I leaned over and grabbed it. It was a single piece of notebook paper, folded in half, with a handwritten note on the outside.
“Open only when you are ready,” it said in my mother’s cursive.
I smiled at her message. She knew me too well. I would readily dismiss her wisdom if I was still in a snit from dinner. It was only after I calmed down and could review the dinner scene without anger that I would have an open mind to hear her words.
I figured that I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. So I unfolded the note and read its simple message. Words danced on the page as their impact hit me square in my heart. The paper fluttered to my lap as I accepted her words and changed the course of my life.
Don’t compare. Comparison is the thief of joy. Enough said.
- When you think of forgiveness, is it usually with a slightly superior attitude? You may decide to forgive because it is the “right” thing to do, or because that is what your religion teaches. External forces compel you to take action, instead of an inner compulsion or desire.
- So what is true forgiveness?
- It is so simple that most people miss it, or don’t believe it. It has become over-complicated, over-analyzed and over-done. Forgiveness has morphed into a concept of manipulation and purpose, instead of it’s true reason d’etre.
- So what is true forgiveness?
- Forgiveness is the simple act of release. You release the other person from your story and as a result, you release yourself from the effects of that story.
- Let me give you an example. When I was just a kid, I used to ride my bicycle around in circles on the driveway. Usually I would sing and dream while the world swirled around me. One day, my older brother decided to stand in front of my path and when I stopped, he took my bike away from me. Crying and screaming did nothing to change the immediate situation (until our Mom got involved).
- Even though that incident took place many moons ago, I carried that strong feeling of unjustice, anger and resentment with me for years. It affected my adult relationship with my brother, as well as forming the basis of a material possessiveness of which I am not proud. I finally realized that by carrying my anger and resentment with me for years, I would project it onto someone or something else in an effort to get rid of it. My projection had the opposite effect – it bound me even tighter with my anger and resentment. Subconsciously, I tried the same thing over and over, and I kept getting the same results.
- The only way out for me was to break the cycle of anger/resentment/projection/anger/resentment. Since I was the cause of the cycle (because I held onto my anger), I was the only one who could break it. My brother did not hold the key – it was my decision to give my energy to those strong emotions. And every time an incident popped up that was similar to the original one…I let loose with all of the pent-up anger that I did not realize I had!
- How did I get out of this vicious pattern that caused me distress and disturbed my peace? Were costly therapy lessons involved, sitting in a chair and reviewing every detail of the original incident? No, it was much simpler than that.I decided to just let it go.
As Gerald Jampolsky noted, “Inner peace can be reached only when we practice forgiveness. Forgiveness is letting go of the past, and is therefore the means for correcting our misperceptions.”
Look over your life and see the areas where forgiveness will release you from the grip of the past. Sit quietly and imagine what you would feel like without your “story” about that incident, then choose to release it. Breathe the peace into your heart and mind and feel it settle over you like a soft blanket. Relish in this feeling and carry it with you after you open your eyes.
Forgiveness is as simple as what I just described. If you do not believe me, then prove it does not work. But to do that, you have to try it!