Glorious softness. Choosing the right armor.
There is something so lovely about forgiveness.
Living in this world, it is a given that we will be injured in some way.
We come with soft bodies and a need for vulnerability when we are born.
This continues and we harden.
We consciously or unconsciously react to our environments by developing armor and scales and protection against the harsh realities of this life.
Too cold, put on a sweater. Too hot, cool water.
Too loud, muffle the sound. Too quiet, is there such a thing?
Our nervous system does a great job of telling us when the world is too much physically.
It also does a great job of telling us when it is too much emotionally or energetically.
But are we listening?
The ache in our chest, the weariness in our bones, the urge to crawl into bed and hide.
When we practice tuning into our emotional intelligence and attend to our energy, we learn to feel the signs of overwhelm sooner and pro-actively and protectively.
One of the fastest, most effective ways, to give our emotional softness a gentle hug is through forgiveness.
Forgiveness to ourselves for being soft.
Forgiveness for others for their sharpness in hurting us.
Forgiveness for not having all the answers all the time.
Forgiveness for trying something new and discovering it isn't a fit - yet, or ever - and that's okay!
Forgiveness for trying to love in the best way we know how and it not being understood.
Forgiveness doesn't mean stop trying to protect your soft.
It might mean using different armor with better functionality.
Forgiveness for choosing the armor that was close at hand rather than the armor that fits beautifully and works best.
Forgiveness isn't enabling harm. It is a boundary against harm.
Forgiveness is a grace that we give ourselves, not the other person.
We free ourselves from their sharp. We hug our soft.
Forgiveness of others allows us room to tend to our soft and frees them to focus on them.
It removes our focus on them and returns it to tending our hearts and bodies.
I wish everyone could have a space where their soft is nurtured.
I wish the world would be a safe space for all our soft to co-exist in proper fierceness and to thrive!
I picture forgiveness as a cutting the chain that binds us to someone or something. I get my mental bolt-cutters and snip the links.
I am free from that weight.
May your soft be nourished.