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Prompted By Forgiveness

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Forgiven – Mixed Media – B Buckles 2020

I’ve had my fair share of opportunities to forgive if not forget. (If I do forget, which happens, it’s because I’m forgetful, not because I decide to. You can’t decide to forget…you just do.) I’ve felt varying degrees of anger, hurt, or a mixture of the two by slights and outright betrayal. But in most cases I’ve chosen to forgive because not doing so was hurting me more than it was hurting the ones I didn’t want to forgive. I was in turmoil; they weren’t. I found a way to forgive so that I could breathe easy again, and it worked. It’s really just about making up your mind to let it go and move on. What happened, happened; it can’t be undone. Even if the wrongdoer apologizes, there’s no guarantee they really understand what they did, or are really sorry, or wouldn’t do it again. So either let it go, or let them go. And either way, move on.

It was much harder to forgive myself.

I sat on the cement floor of my garage studio, struck a match, and set fire to a crumple of small paper notes in a paltry pile in front of me. There was little warmth to be had from the growing blaze; that wasn’t the point. Nothing nearby was in danger of going up in flames; that wasn’t the point either. This was a ceremony I had concocted in a desperate hour. Alone, I howled as tears streamed down my cheeks and I watched the little pyre all too quickly shrivel and turn to ashes. I thought I deserved to suffer longer than that.

On each piece of paper I had scrawled a note about something I had done that I couldn’t stop hating myself for, and feeling guilty about, no matter how many times I reminded myself that no real harm had been done. I had only hurt myself. But through my reckless, selfish behavior, I had put other people’s well being — people I loved and that loved me and even depended on me — at risk. What was not to hate?

Much later I finally learned the facts about my early childhood and began connecting the dots. I realized I had been acting out — psychobabble for more psychobabble: engaging in self-destructive behavior as a means of compensating for suppressed feelings — for much of my adult life; I came to understand I had reason to be angry, defiant, resentful, and even selfish. No other person that knew me would ever have thought of me as being any of those things; it wasn’t a face I showed to the world. But it was the face I saw in the mirror every single day.

Although I didn’t yet understand all that as I sat there for a while longer staring at the ashes, I sensed something shifting inside. I relaxed my shoulders, opened my arms. I looked up, up. I closed my eyes. I guess you could say it was an epiphany, maybe even a spiritual experience. I felt my sense of guilt rise up and out of my soul and dissipate. I felt different, transformed. Lighter. Feeling guilty no longer served a purpose, if it ever did. It was well past its use-by date, decades past. I let it go, and I moved on, the better parts of me more than equal to that deep, long shadow that would always be a part of me.

Profile photo of Barbara Buckles Barbara Buckles
Artist, writer, storyteller, spy. Okay, not a spy…I was just going for the rhythm.

I call myself “an inveterate dabbler.” (And my husband calls me “an invertebrate babbler.”) I just love to create one way or another. My latest passion is telling true stories live, on stage. Because it scares the hell out of me.

As a memoirist, I focus on the undercurrents. Drawing from memory, diaries, notes, letters and photographs, I never ever lie, but I do claim creative license when fleshing out actual events in order to enhance the literary quality, i.e., what I might have been wearing, what might have been on the table, what season it might have been. By virtue of its genre, memoir also adds a patina of introspection and insight that most probably did not exist in real time.

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  1. Betsy Pfau says:

    Wow, Barb, you allude to so much here. Learning to forgive oneself may well be the most difficult act imaginable. Your ritual of healing and forgiveness served you well, as you felt the weight lift from your shoulders, the guilt, the hurt, the anger, the pain; and forgiveness and the ability to move on with your life in a more positive direction. You have described it all beautifully, with tact, dignity, and the spirituality it deserves.

  2. Thanx again BB for baring your soul to us, your Retro sisters and bros, and what a beautiful soul.

  3. Marian says:

    This is a perfect ritual, Barb, and I so appreciate you sharing it with us. As you so eloquently write, it is about self understanding and self forgiveness and a way to grow and move on. Brava!

  4. John Shutkin says:

    Barb, you really took this in a different direction, and your actions, and story about it, are magnificent. I had never even considered this prompt in the context of forgiving oneself. And yet you did so.

    I am so glad that your ritual gave you an epiphany or closure or whatever you want to call it. And particularly since I cannot imagine the pain and self-anger that the writing of the notes about myself would cause me. I doubt I would have the strength to do something like that, but you did. Brava!

    • Thank you SO much, John. Even writing about it here is adding to that sense of closure. We human beings are pretty complex creatures. We tend to bury a lot in our effort to survive, but it doesn’t always want to stay buried.

  5. Suzy says:

    Wow, just wow, Barb. This is amazing. I love your insight that you can’t decide to forget . . . you just do. That is so true and so profound, and something that never occurred to me. Also that not forgiving hurts you more than the people you don’t forgive. And then the ritual you describe so that you can forgive yourself is beyond breathtaking. I’m so glad that it dissipated your sense of guilt and made you feel lighter. Beautiful!

  6. Laurie Levy says:

    Oh, Barb, how brave you were to move on from all of the hurts and move forward. Your ritual was amazing and I’m so glad it allowed you to forgive yourself. This is another aspect of forgiveness and a very important one. Perhaps before we can truly forgive others we have to forgive ourselves.

    • Thanks, Laurie, for adding that perspective. I think it’s closely connected with what I always say about happiness…you can’t be happy with someone else until and unless you’re happy with yourself. A psychologist could explain it in better terms, but I guess it comes down to this: if we don’t deal with what’s eating at us, we’re likely to take it out on others one way or another.

  7. John Zussman says:

    I can relate, my friend! I grew up with so much guilt I wrote my senior honors thesis about it! I love your self-forgiveness ceremony and am delighted it lifted your burden.

    As for forgiving others, I heard an insight a few years back that made it a little easier: “Just because I forgive you for being an asshole doesn’t mean you’re not still an asshole.” You’re not condoning their behavior, you’re just deciding to move past it.

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