Forgiving Yourself For Missing Pieces
Fear of missing something. Clutters up our lives. Keeps piles of “ought too’s” in our way.
In the spirit of ‘starting again’ it’s time to clear cobwebs. I find myself looking at the Junk Drawer and worrying about needing the widget with no name. Paging through piles of interesting and should read. Papers, magazines, newsletters hint at knowledge to absorb. Email hidden by spam. Desktop photo covered in electronic files.
Time to create a few missing pieces. I can look for them elsewhere anyway.
So forgive me.
It’s a missing piece.
I have others to make up for it.
Flowers viewed.
Trails walked.
Evenings shared.
Plenty of pieces. So I had to make room.
Can I forgive?
Can I forget?
Can I let go?
With room to breath new pieces turn up, unused, unplaced,
but hints of grace.
Less is more, more or less.
Talks held.
Toes tapped.
Memories mapped.
Forgive yourself some pieces too and see what grace frees us to do.