Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite you to riff on this prompt or share a story—heartbreaking or hilarious—to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood.
I have to keep it really simple tonight. I have family in town, and I have been absorbed with a fall cleanse that is deeply fortifying.
But I have been thinking about forgiveness much this week, forgiving myself for my my pet grudges and genuinely noticing the fresh air that enters when we open the window of forgiveness.
I have sat with these lines from the prayer attributed to Saint Francis. Maybe since I am emptier than I normally am—no sugar or caffeine or wine for me—they strike a richer note.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Who can you pardon, now, today, even if it’s just a inward gesture?