Forgive all that is past.
June 10, 2026
n my work listening to the plight of suffering in others, the central theme of forgiveness looms large. When we do not forgive ourselves or others for past mistakes, then the energy of anger sits within our bodies, and distorts our ability to live lightly and peacefully. And ultimately to die with grace.
I often suggest to people who are feeling remorse for deeds they knew hurt others, to write a letter to the past. To let it go by a confessional. To liberate what is held like a deep thorn in soft flesh. And then ceremoniously burn the letter.
My own story of forgiveness as a lived experience, happened on my first pilgrimage. Somebody from my childhood had wounded me badly. I wanted to forgive this person, and asked for that to happen as I started my walk from the Pyrenees. A week into my journey, blisters appeared under both the nails of my big toes. I had to rest and burst the blisters, which led to both toenails falling off. I bandaged my toes with sheepโs wool and walked on. I met a man who told me that losing the nails of your big toes on pilgrimage is a sign of forgiveness. That act within me, sent out a ripple of healing far and wide. So I know personally that it works, and that it works deeply and profoundly.
Our current world appears to be thriving on the blame game. Judging others and no forgiveness in sight. We only have control over ourselves, so can start with daily acts of forgiveness in what ever way is possible.
Write that letter. Remind yourself of The Serenity Prayer. Donโt harbour a grudge, or it will weigh you down like an anchor, and prevent your innate joy from dancing a jig.
๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐๐ฐ๐ฅ, ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ.
๐๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ข๐ต ๐ข ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ; ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ; ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ข๐ด ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ถ๐ด ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด; ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต; ๐๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ;
๐๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐น๐ต.
๐๐๐๐.
Julia - a pilgrim in Portugal.