I am forgiven, myself, forgiving myself
For some things take longer to accomplish than the patience within me allows
My judgement is suspended for I said I’d write a poem a day.
The last one was 2 days ago and I refuse to feel remorse.
A while ago I would have riddled myself with guilt and poured on feelings of inadequacy,
but because I’ve given myself room to be imperfect,
my imperfections feel more right, they are okay, they make me smile versus frown.
My dreams realized may be just the life I live – in the moments where I forgive.
Thank you Dearest Bill for always reminding me of Coyote magic and the power of counting to 10, the strength in being what is, the love in living love and acceptance of the day as it passes and becomes another day. I have thought of you so much in the past few days and I feel as if your passing was what was supposed to happen and that you were smiling all the way into the next form you’ve taken, whatever that is. Your energy lives on in so many people as the healer and the figure of inspiration. I miss you today and send your spirit my thanks and blessings.