I forgive the ways in which I did not rise today.
I bless my mistakes.
I release the need to account for supposed wrong doings.
I grant pardon to the moments when I strayed from presence
and wandered my attention away from what and who matters most.
I use my breath to wipe away my worries,
so that I might quiet my mind and rest well.
I celebrate the moments of the day
when I was of service
when I was brave
when I was present.
I underline the tiny victories
of vulnerability and courage.
I sift through and select the sweetest moments,
press them into my heart for safe keeping.
I recommit myself to rising higher tomorrow.
To making opportunities out of my mistakes.
To believing in myself again.
I shed this day like
the skin it is.
A container for this momentary expression
of who I am.
So I can slide,
naked and free
into the next incarnation of me.
