forgiveness

The Woman I Met

Not that long ago, I met a woman.

We sat in silence, at first, neither of us speaking, neither of us looking at eachother. It was a strange, yet comfortable silence.

As she sat, drinking the tea that smouldered in her mug, she turned her head ever so slightly. The sun caught the white strands that were peaking through her chestnut hair. I still could not see her face.

But then she began to speak. And I, I began to listen.

She told me of her life from the beginning to the now. I couldn’t see her facial expression but I could hear it in her words. The words that were warm and the words that were cold. The times she spoke of happiness yet they were twinged with sadness. There was a loneliness in her voice that resonated within me.

I sat there, listening to her words and her story. The sadness was overwhelming as she detailed the events of her life. I could feel anger bubbling inside of me as the tales of her life were woven on that day.

I had never listened to a life such as that before.

When she was done, she turned to me and spoke:

“Life is as hard or as soft as you make it. You take what you were given, what life experiences you obtained and you mould that into your own story. Your memories are your own and no one can take that away from you. Forgiveness is the hardest thing that you can ever overcome. It is important to overcome that barrier; that wall of resentment and hate.”

She paused then and I began to absorbe her words. While the sadness lingered it was clear to see that she had knowledge I could never hope to obtain.

And then she turned. Her face in full view.

I had met a woman the other day. A woman who shared with me her pains in life and her joys in life.

All it had taken was the time to sit and listen. To listen to what she had to say and learn the lessons she had to share.

I met a woman the other day. When she was done sharing her stories she turned and smiled.

And that woman was me.

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Mindful Musings #45

Mindful Musings

I hated you.

Loathed you.

Spiting your name

As if my mouth was full of acid.

Then I grew up.

Physically, emotionally, mentally.

I saw how small you are.

How your fierce words were in protection

Of your frail existence.

I forgive you.

I pity you.

Though I will not say your name.

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