I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
On slowing down, being present to one's self, and being an authentic giver
People are too busy to care
Healthcare
worker
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There are two kinds of compassion and care. One is honest kindness, and the other,
dishonest kindness. How many times have
we promised, or pretended to be available, to listen, to care, when, in that
moment, we honestly had no such capacity?
And do we imagine that dishonest kindness actually brings healing and
ease to another – or do we see an unintended suffering. I do not know the answer to this. But I cannot help but ask the question.
Wayne
Muller
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To love means being there for your beloved, recognizing his
presence as important. To be there, to
be fully present, to appreciate the preciousness of your beloved, this is the
practice of true love. To be there for
him (her) you have to be there for yourself first. Do you have the tie to be there for
yourself? Do you have the time for a cup
of tea, for an orange, for your in-breath, your out breath?
Thich
Nhat Hanh
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the thermometer says it is 7 degrees outside
the snow slowly comes to life as the clouds break and
the sun scatters jewels across the ground
the dark green arms of firs wear proudly heavenly adornment
and I sit
with time
nothing but time
it is an odd sensation
and I hate it
and yet I realize as I sit here
in the quiet
wanting it not to be quiet
wanting to be needed
wanting to teach or counsel
or something
that I am being taught a lesson
a lesson about being present to myself
a lesson about sitting in the quietude
with that cup of tea
just sitting
being present to myself
restoring
rebuilding
refilling my inner resources
for too long I have tried to give
and have had nothing to give
I have been guilty, without even knowing it
of dishonest kindness
because I cannot give what I do not have
bring me to myself O Sacred One
that I might be present to myself
and thus
authentically
present
to you
and for others
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