A Blessing for What Was

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Yesterday there was an act of violence. The one who died was human. The one who held the weapon was human, too.

Yesterday there were tears shed. Little ones lost. Fingers scrolling through news item after news item, hearts numb from grief. There were stifled cries of worry and there was an internal battle against fear.

Let us still be the ones who love. Even from these yesterdays, and so many like this, so vast and full of weight, let us still be the ones who love.

Let us look fiercely, with eyes wide open, at our histories—both personal and public—even to places where there is harm and sorrow. These are the eyes of compassion.

Let us look gently, too, with the innocence that allows wonder and believes in grace. These are the eyes of forgiveness.

Let us look with wisdom and discernment, to know when the story was changed, and why it was changed and whom those changes might serve. These are the eyes of consciousness.

Today we look backwards, with our hearts lit up like search lights, to offer a blessing for what has been.

We bless the wisdom of women and men who have walked ahead of us, even through times as dark as ours.

We bless the work of compassion for our own younger selves, which cracks open the hardest places in our hearts.

We bless all the moments that have made us what we are. We are joy and sorrow intermingled. We are hearts opening in both directions, backward and forward, up and down.

We offer a blessing for what has been, that we may lay it to rest and walk forward as our bravest, most loving selves. Even from all these yesterdays—so vast and so full of weight—we can still rise and love.

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Esther Emery
Esther Emery used to direct stage plays in Southern California. But that was a long time ago. Now she is pretty much a runaway, living off the grid in a yurt and tending to three acres in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. She writes about faith and rebellion and trying to live a totally free life at www.estheremery.com.
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  • HeleneBurns

    These are powerful thoughts to ponder Esther… ‘We offer a blessing for what has been, that we may lay it to rest and walk forward as our bravest, most loving selves.’ Thank you xo

  • Praying – along with you – for grace to walk into 2016 with eyes of compassion, forgiveness and consciousness. Thank you for giving us words today to bless the past and to walk forward into the future with anticipation of more grace, more love, more faith.

  • Sandy Hay

    You put into words something that’s been running in circles in my head for a few months. I asked God more than once to help me make sense of these ramblings. He sent me your blog 🙂

  • SimplySuzi

    Precisely and perfectly said. Thank you, Esther!

  • How I needed this! Thank you.

  • “…we can still rise and love.” Oh, yes, Esther! What a beautiful, encouraging post! Thank you for sharing your wisdom and your love. Blessings to you dear one.

    • Blessings to you, Gayl. Thank you for being you.

  • Beautiful, friend. Thank you for this.

  • Going to use this as a prayer. Your words change things, Esther.

    • It is a prayer. That’s exactly what it is. Thank you, Amanda.

  • Kathleen Bertrand

    Oh, this is the echo of my heart. What powerful words to claim as we head into another year. Thank you!

  • Hannah Kallio

    This reads like a deep sigh. Thank you.

  • pastordt

    Stunning, Esther. Thank you!

  • Sarah Joslyn

    I alway love your words. But this. This. THIS. This moves me. Thank you, Esther, for lending your wisdom to us–to me.

  • Holly

    “We bless all the moments that have made us what we are. We are joy and sorrow intermingled. We are hearts opening in both directions, backward and forward, up and down.”
    You have perfectly articulated that which has been swirling inside of me–the back and forth and up and down. All of it is who I am. Thank you.