The Fires of Forgiveness

Yesterday I set a fire on a beach.

Now that I have your attention…

It was contained and it was with purpose. No people or nature were harmed in the making of a beautiful ritual.

I got a call from a friend who asked if I wanted to go with him to the beach, armed with letters of forgiveness, other letters of positive intention and gratitude, to set fire to them. We were to scatter the ashes along the shore of these things. Of our letting go.

It turned out to be just as beautiful as it sounded.

In fact, he and I are doing this on a monthly basis now, be it for letters of thanksgiving, forgiveness, welcome, intention or goodbyes. There’s something about tangibly seeing your intentions and being ceremonious about a major shift in perspective or in life.

Society is excellent at holding ceremonies for relationships, for life stages to do with religious touchstones, but what about the efforts we put forth day-to-day that add up to one beautiful release or opening? How do we commemorate those and celebrate growth that helps us move through our lives with ease?

Those are every bit as worthy of celebrating as a wedding.

So my challenge for today is to celebrate in the most relevant way you can find.

The best place to start may very well be with letters of forgiveness.

Don’t try to re-invent the wheel with this because while it may sound trite, the act of setting someone else and yourself free in the process has never been done before.

Not in the way you’re going to do it and not with the loving energy you’re going to bring to it.

It just feels good and it’s worth giving that gift to yourself.

If you have someone who’s particularly challenging to forgive because they hurt you so badly, I hear you and I see you. I know what it’s like to walk in those bitter shoes. There comes a time though, where you have to realize that it closes your heart to hold onto them so tight.

You don’t have to know where to start, either.

All I did and all that’s necessary is holding onto the intention of letting go. That was enough.

It was all the Universe needed to bring the teachers to this fabulous student.

Here are some photos I took and shared before, during and afterwards, because I wanted my family and friends to know that I was doing this, to welcome them in on the process as well. It wasn’t to tell them to do the same, but to give them a glimpse into my everyday world if I don’t have the opportunity to stay in touch with them on a regular basis.


While on the way to the beach this was the graffiti I came across. How often do we think that synchronicity is a once-in-a-while thing, when that’s the way it’s supposed to be all the time? 

That’s right, all.the.time. 

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The view of the lake from our little hiding place among the rocks, as dusk descended upon us.

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After I burned my letter the only thing I could do was sit there and watch the water. I snapped this pic thinking, “What a beautiful summation of choosing love over fear: Close your eyes. Clear your heart. Let it go.” 

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Another synchronicity…the spot where I took my ashes opened like a doorway to an unending horizon. When I saw it I couldn’t help but smile and think, “The doorways are always open, just walk through”.

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We made a heart of sticks afterwards, as if to say, ‘love was here’, setting our intentions in the middle of the heart.

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So go ahead, start writing.

What are you waiting for?

There’s nothing grandiose about hosting your own celebration. Think of it like a re-birthday in one corner of your heart.

Make your ritual as big or as small as you like.

Just be sure that it resonates for you inside.

Love is always there for you to access.

Dear ___________….

Sending you all love, on the wings of miracles,



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