Yesterday was a big day.

I started the day visiting a women’s jail. A friend who works with a program that goes into the prisons invited me to be a guest and speak on the power of forgiving the unforgivable.

I chose to speak on how to forgive yourself and love yourself despite the judgments you currently have and why it is so important to forgive your abuser. It’s not for the abuser–it’s for you to release that angry energy from your own body.

I  made the decision to perform 15 minutes from my one-woman show, My Brooklyn Hamlet. I didn’t know if there would be the appropriate space for me to perform. I wondered if the women would get it. I wondered if my material would be accepted since I was performing about my father being imprisoned for my mother’s death and my reactions to everything back then. (My mom died in 1995)

Well, what a beautiful experience it was. Truth is I wasn’t pushing anything-instead I was listening to my inner guidance and trusting. From that place, as I arrived in the jail I absolutely knew that everything I did and said would be okay.

It was an incredible experience. I felt a oneness with the ladies and admired their innate wisdom and their desire to look at how they could get better, feel better, make more honoring choices.

Thanks Carrie–for giving me this opportunity.

One of the women experienced a spontaneous healing while I was there and offered me a gift of her writing about it.

How I cherish it.

Blessing,

Brenda

P.S. Here’s a coaching question: In what ways do you imprison yourself with your obsessive thinking or inability to forgive?