#parentingfail
The lesson I have failed to provide
that my daughter experiences
as her own failure.
#workfail
The delay I have caused
out of uncertainty and inexperience,
a failure multiplying frustration.
#healthfail
The body I have failed
in food, in exercise, in sleep,
and the guilt that circles like a vulture.
#professionalfail
The opportunities I have missed,
the ambitions I’ve allowed to cool,
the ladder I have failed to climb.
#spiritualfail
The love I have interrogated with fear
and buried under routines & chocolates,
soul walled, gated…and failing.
The sacrifice acceptable to God is a contrite spirit.
The position of confession this Lent
is #facepalm.
I have become comfortable with the walls I have built around me.
I feel safe behind these handcrafted stones.
They are my obstacles of lack of self-love, of holding on to rules and rightness, oughts and shoulds, of failing to allow myself to fail and know the enoughness of myself.
It’s only sometimes when a crack appears and I dare to look through, that another vista appears.
I confess to the work of building obstacles that I turn to so easily.
May the lightness of love, lighten the load that I carry and place around me.
May the gift of forgiveness give me strength to clear away some of the stones.
The sacrifice of God is a contrite spirit.
In confession I take the hand of one who looks me in the eyes. #smudgeoflove
I just love the smudge imagery you’ve been using, Hilary. Also this: “failing to allow myself to fail and knowing the enoughness of myself.” Yes!
Thanks, Rachel.