I'm all talk and I know it. All this hippie, save the world stuff and I still wander the planet harboring anger, hurt and resentment. Of all the beautiful gifts bestowed on me the greatest has been forgiveness. I'm thinking of the times that someone has released me from the burden of guilt. I've been let off the hook my entire life.
Now I'm cleaning house. Funny, Steve Earle just came blasting out of my radio over my shoulder shouting the Chambers Brothers' line, "The time has come today." Yeah, it sure has. Nobody has ever hurt me except acting out over their own hurt.
Forgiving should just be passive. I don't need to do anything. I just need to stop doing things. Keeping score, resenting, watching for opportunities for revenge. I've written songs and I've told stories and I guess I always will. I will always tell the truth as I know it. I've opened my heart wider and I've let out some dark and heavy junk as I've been here at the keyboard. It feels good.
I'm still all talk but I'm not mad at anybody. I've made more room for love.