I’ve decided to forego the introduction to Thirty Days of Forgiveness and cut to the chase for the rest of the practice. If you just got here you can check out the explanation on my Oct. 27th post.
What must die?
Dis-integration. All the part of ourselves we’ve tried to divorce? We have to take them back in order to be whole. All the stuff that was shameful or embarrassing or stupid or dead giveaways of whomever we didn’t want to appear to be? We have to take that stuff back, if for no other reason than we have own it (re-own it) before we can transform it.
If to forgive is to love, am I ready to love?
Let’s set aside for a moment all the good reasons I fragmented myself; all the justifications for eliminating the stuff I thought was crap and keeping the stuff I thought was worthy. How much better might I be if was whole?
What pain must I face?
Re-integration means we don’t get to spot-love and spot-loathe who we really are. We don’t get to take inventory, box up what we don’t want and say “This is isn’t who I am anymore.” This doesn’t keep the stuff in the boxes from being part of who we are, it just makes it easier to pretend. Easier to create an illusion of who we are (and aren’t). Illusion cripples wholeness. A lack of wholeness cripples wellness. It’s simply a lose/lose.
Can I own this publicly?