Have you ever spent a significant amount of time thinking about forgiveness? I mean really thinking about it—not just towards others, but toward yourself?
Yeah… me either. Until I did.
When I finally decided to focus on that part of my heart—on releasing, forgiving, unclenching—I wasn’t prepared for what happened. My soul, brain, and body all revolted at first. It’s not a clean or easy process. Forgiveness stirs up everything. But once it settles?
You feel pretty amazeballs. (If you do it right.)
I used to live with chronic pain. Every day. And while I won’t pretend forgiveness is a magic pill—I’ll just say this: I don’t feel that pain anymore.
So now let’s talk about something a little bigger. Like… America.
Or better yet—let’s talk about God.
Because God blows my mind. The simplicity of the universal command—Love One Another—wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t conditional. It wasn’t meant for just one denomination, one party, one side. It was for all of us. All of humanity. Period.
Why do people struggle to accept that the systems we’ve created might not be part of God’s design? Especially some loud “religious” voices. Why is it so hard to question the structure while holding on to the Spirit?
Let me say this gently:
Picture a human removing their proverbial head from their proverbial butt… and taking a good look around.
Okay, but I digress.
Did I mention I started meditating?
Yes, I sit cross-legged in my newly converted attic meditation room. It’s fancy, I know. My fingers touch my thumbs like a wannabe monk. I’m just trying to stay still. I remind myself what’s important. What I’m grateful for. What I actually need to focus on.
Because if I don’t take that time each day, I space out. I mouth-breathe. I drift. My body might be in the room, but my mind is off somewhere chasing sunsets or solving the world’s problems. I used to be scared of that, but now? I kind of love hanging out with myself. I’ve grown on me.
Living in fear will wreck you. It will wreck your body, your mind, your future. Humans are motivated by two things: Love or Fear. That’s it. We are stuck in either the pain of the past or the panic of the future. There’s no room left for the present. No room for healing.
But quiet helps. Stillness helps. And I’m learning.
I haven’t watched live broadcast news in years. Not because I’m uninformed—but because I don’t trust easy answers. I don’t believe headlines without receipts. I need evidence, and I need balance. So instead, I listen to the news told by a few educated comedians.
Trust me—it’s less painful. Satire helps soften the absurdity of it all.
And honestly, if we all just stepped out onto our porches, things might actually start to shift. We should get to know the people next door. But we don’t want to know each other. We’re surprised when “something out of the ordinary” happens. How would we know what’s ordinary if we’ve never even looked each other in the eyes?
Anyway.
Back to forgiveness.
Forgiving ourselves? That’s the first step. Always. If we can’t do that, we can’t do anything else. And forgiving America—or our version of it? That’s step two. Sad, but necessary.
So I’ll keep meditating. I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep chasing the sun and trusting God. And I’ll keep hoping that love wins—because it’s the only thing that ever has.
God bless America. No, really.
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