I had my first "5 Rhythms" dance experience yesterday. It was a Mother's Day gift to myself. Thank you me! And from my husband, who watched our 1 year old so I could dance freely for a few hours. Thank you boys!
The facilitator had a few things to share at the end of class... They were, of course, as always is the case, things I've heard before. They were things I needed to hear again. And things I was open to hearing this time. That's why repetition is so important. Words keep coming back until our ears and heart are ready to receive them. And sometimes, we receive something different each time. The gift that keeps on giving.
The message was: this shift that is happening is a shift from feeling like a VICTIM to being LOVE. It is a shift from "woe is me" to "I am free." There is no freedom without forgiveness.
As one of the songs that played in the class made so clear: "Forgiveness is gold."
You want riches? Forgive your mother.
This is hard work.
But once you forgive, you are free.
In my body, dancing around the room... releasing... I realized that nothing from my past is still happening. If I can't forgive it, I continually relive it.
Where is the line between not learning the lesson and forgiveness?
Well, just because you forgive someone does not mean they become your best friend again. Sometimes we can love people from a distance. We can release them from our daily lives, while still loving them. And not being angry with them for playing the part we cast them for in our own awakening. (I borrowed that phrasing from a facebook post I recently saw.)
For Mother's Day, I GIVE myself forgiveness.
Again and again and again and again and again.
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