When I was nine years old, I went to Kathy Fitzgibbon’s house and the two of us went on an adventure-walk to Perry Creek. It was great fun but in the end we both fell into the shallow waters and were filled with mud. Kathy’s mother was furious that we had gone to the creek. I went home terrified that my mother would be equally angry. Instead, she asked me where I had been; told me to clean up and nothing more was said. How blessed I was to have a mother that loved me unconditionally and allowed me to learn from my mistakes through the consequences of my decisions.
I have treasured this memory of coming home to a safe harbor and on my spiritual journey, I try to create such a harbor within myself. A harbor where I learn from my mistakes without judgement and I simply wash away remorse and bask in the loving mercy of my God. This is true freedom!
Daniel Berrigan who passed away this month wrote: “Practically no one has the stomach to love you, if you don't love yourself. They just endure. So do you?”
Margaret McGuirk, OP