Awoke this morning in the dark with remnants of my dream- my physiotherapist who’d contributed to my injury due to negligence… sitting across from me, holding the weight of my pain in her arms.
And I awoke, with the revelation that perhaps Forgiveness is like a butterfly, it seeks you out when you don’t pursue it, when you just let nature take its course.
I then went for my first jog-walk since my injury, because I’d miscalculated the time and needed to be home to prep breakfast for the girls. I realized I had no pain anymore, for the first time.
Perhaps, forgiveness does hold a certain power in our lives- for healing deeper than we know, and maybe, just maybe, we need to force it less on ourselves and others to truly embrace its power.