"You'll think less of me after I tell you this", she said.
I shook my head.
And she told me.
And I did not think less of her.
For if I cannot see beyond your mistakes to the deeper Truth of who you are, how could I ever hope to see through my own? And in that case, we would both be condemned to a miserable life indeed.
I've made many mistakes in my life. And yet somehow, beyond those mistakes, I feel and know the eternal innocence that I am. And when I look at you, I see the same.
You may have made many mistakes in your life, too. Likely, I'd say. But dear goodness, if you could see yourself through my eyes, if but for a moment, their weight upon your shoulders would be nothing more than the gentle breath of the breeze on a summer's day.
If I could wish just one thing, it would be for you to see yourself through my eyes and in that moment, even if it is just for a single moment, for the burden of your mistakes to be carried away in the river of innocence that you truly are.
The guilt needs to go. Your mistakes are not who you are. Allow yourself the gift of forgiveness and offer that gift to others too.
Love and courage,