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Then
came
the
most
difficult
part
.
"
Show
me
your
shame
,
"
I
asked
my
mind
.
Dear
God
,
the
horrors
that
I
saw
then
.
A
pitiful
parade
of
all
my
failings
,
my
lies
,
my
selfishness
,
jealousy
,
arrogance
.
I
didn
’
t
blink
from
any
of
it
,
though
.
"
Show
me
your
worst
,
"
I
said
.
When
I
tried
to
invite
these
units
of
shame
into
my
heart
,
they
each
hesitated
at
the
door
,
saying
,
"
No
-
you
don
’
t
want
me
in
there
…
don
’
t
you
know
what
I
did
?
"
and
I
would
say
,
"
I
do
want
you
.
Even
you
.
I
do
.
Even
you
are
welcome
here
.
It
’
s
OK
.
You
are
forgiven
.
You
are
part
of
me
.
You
can
rest
now
.
It
’
s
over
.
"
When
all
this
was
finished
,
I
was
empty
.
Nothing
was
fighting
in
my
mind
anymore
.
I
looked
into
my
heart
,
at
my
own
goodness
,
and
I
saw
its
capacity
.
I
saw
that
my
heart
was
not
even
nearly
full
,
not
even
after
having
taken
in
and
tended
to
all
those
calamitous
urchins
of
sorrow
and
anger
and
shame
;
my
heart
could
easily
have
received
and
forgiven
even
more
.
Its
love
was
infinite
.
I
knew
then
that
this
is
how
God
loves
us
all
and
receives
us
all
,
and
that
there
is
no
such
thing
in
this
universe
as
hell
,
except
maybe
in
our
own
terrified
minds
.
Because
if
even
one
broken
and
limited
human
being
could
experience
even
one
such
episode
of
absolute
forgiveness
and
acceptance
of
her
own
self
,
then
imagine
-
just
imagine
!
-
what
God
,
in
all
His
eternal
compassion
,
can
forgive
and
accept
.
I
also
knew
somehow
that
this
respite
of
peace
would
be
temporary
.
I
knew
that
I
was
not
yet
finished
for
good
,
that
my
anger
,
my
sadness
and
my
shame
would
all
creep
back
eventually
,
escaping
my
heart
,
and
occupying
my
head
once
more
.
I
knew
that
I
would
have
to
keep
dealing
with
these
thoughts
again
and
again
until
I
slowly
and
determinedly
changed
my
whole
life
.
And
that
this
would
be
difficult
and
exhausting
to
do
.
But
my
heart
said
to
my
mind
in
the
dark
silence
of
that
beach
:
"
I
love
you
,
I
will
never
leave
you
,
I
will
always
take
care
of
you
.
"
That
promise
floated
up
out
of
my
heart
and
I
caught
it
in
my
mouth
and
held
it
there
,
tasting
it
as
I
left
the
beach
and
walked
back
to
the
little
shack
where
I
was
staying
.
I
found
an
empty
notebook
,
opened
it
up
to
the
first
page
-
and
only
then
did
I
open
my
mouth
and
speak
those
words
into
the
air
,
letting
them
free
.
I
let
those
words
break
my
silence
and
then
I
allowed
my
pencil
to
document
their
colossal
statement
onto
the
page
:
"
I
love
you
,
I
will
never
leave
you
,
I
will
always
take
care
of
you
.
"
Those
were
the
first
words
I
ever
wrote
in
that
private
notebook
of
mine
,
which
I
would
carry
with
me
from
that
moment
forth
,
turning
back
to
it
many
times
over
the
next
two
years
,
always
asking
for
help
-
and
always
finding
it
,
even
when
I
was
most
deadly
sad
or
afraid
And
that
notebook
,
steeped
through
with
that
promise
of
love
,
was
quite
simply
the
only
reason
I
survived
the
next
years
of
my
life
.
And
now
I
’
m
coming
back
to
Gili
Meno
under
notably
different
circumstances
.
Since
I
was
last
here
,
I
’
ve
circled
the
world
,
settled
my
divorce
,
survived
my
final
separation
from
David
,
erased
all
mood
-
altering
medications
from
my
system
,
learned
to
speak
a
new
language
,
sat
upon
God
’
s
palm
for
a
few
unforgettable
moments
in
India
,
studied
at
the
feet
of
an
Indonesian
medicine
man
and
purchased
a
home
for
a
family
who
sorely
needed
a
place
to
live
.
I
am
happy
and
healthy
and
balanced
.
And
,
yes
,
I
cannot
help
but
notice
that
I
am
sailing
to
this
pretty
little
tropical
island
with
my
Brazilian
lover
.
Which
is
-
I
admit
it
!
-
an
almost
ludicrously
fairy
-
tale
ending
to
this
story
,
like
the
page
out
of
some
housewife
’
s
dream
.
(
Perhaps
even
a
page
out
of
my
own
dream
,
from
years
ago
.
)
Yet
what
keeps
me
from
dissolving
right
now
into
a
complete
fairy
-
tale
shimmer
is
this
solid
truth
,
a
truth
which
has
veritably
built
my
bones
over
the
last
few
years
-
I
was
not
rescued
by
a
prince
;
I
was
the
administrator
of
my
own
rescue
.
My
thoughts
turn
to
something
I
read
once
,
something
the
Zen
Buddhists
believe
.
They
say
that
an
oak
tree
is
brought
into
creation
by
two
forces
at
the
same
time
.
Obviously
,
there
is
the
acorn
from
which
it
all
begins
,
the
seed
which
holds
all
the
promise
and
potential
,
which
grows
into
the
tree
.
Everybody
can
see
that
.
But
only
a
few
can
recognize
that
there
is
another
force
operating
here
as
well
-
the
future
tree
itself
,
which
wants
so
badly
to
exist
that
it
pulls
the
acorn
into
being
,
drawing
the
seedling
forth
with
longing
out
of
the
void
,
guiding
the
evolution
from
nothingness
to
maturity
.
In
this
respect
,
say
the
Zens
,
it
is
the
oak
tree
that
creates
the
very
acorn
from
which
it
was
born
.
