Mindfulness, in the early stages of my Christianity, did not exist, though I sure knew about confession.  I believed the truest thing about me was a list of all my sins.  And as a person for whom shame was a way of being, the idea of confessing my sins to someone else besides God seemed impossible. To begin with, I couldn’t even share my feelings with others, much less those faults and weaknesses I perceived in myself.  I could barely admit my feelings to myself, much less others.  I remember at one point listing out all of my transgressions on a sheet of paper and presenting them to God.  I…