Dear Ones —
I have a lot of trouble sometimes forgiving myself for my mistakes and failures. I lie awake at night and review my errors, and wonder how I could have been so blind. I wish for thousands of second chances, third chances, hundredth chances, to go back and correct myself — to finally get it right. I want to un-say what I said, or speak out what I never dared to express. There are people I want to go back in time and eliminate from my destiny, and others who I want to retrieve because I lost them so foolishly. I long to take what is fixed and finished and done, and do it over — better, always better. I think, "You should have known, Liz, how could you not have known?"
I'm sure I'm the only person who does this to myself, right?
Then I remember this line from Rumi, about embracing everything (EVERY SINGLE THING) that has brought you to this place, to this divine moment:
“If God said, ‘Rumi, pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,’ there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, not any act, I would not bow to.”
I remember that, and I bow down in gratitude to it all.
ALL of it.
Sending you love this fine morning,