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, September 11, 2018
soft front, firm back
All too often our so-called strength comes from fear, not
love; instead of having a strong back, many of us have a defended front
shielding a weak spine. In other words,
we walk around brittle and defensive, trying to conceal our lack of
confidence. If we strengthen our backs,
metaphorically speaking, and develop a spine that’s flexible but sturdy, then
we can risk having a front that’s soft and open… How can we give and accept
care with strong-back, soft-front compassion, moving past fear into a place of
genuine tenderness. I believe it comes
about when we can be truly transparent, seeing the world clearly – and letting
the world see into us
Roshi
Joan Halifax, quote by Brene Brown
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What does it mean to be strong?
To put up a strong front, never showing weakness?
To be forceful, insisting one’s own way?
Does it mean asserting one’s power?
Does it involve “winning”
Does it mean being “above” others
Are the strong those who are the richest?
Who have the positions and the titles?
Are they the ones who cow others, and bend others to their
will?
The brutal?
I think there is such a thing as faux strength
We strength is when the front is hard, but the back is soft
When all that is holding the person up, is what they can
literally throw at others
Such people throw out harsh words
They engage in brutal behaviors
They hide behind position and wealth
They are often bullies
Bulls in the china shop
And they leave wounded people behind them, as they flail
toward what they want
But inside there is emptiness, and fear
And inability to have compassion, on either themselves or
others
We know such people when we encounter them
They leave us cold and empty, they make our stomachs hurt
and as asses twitch
They may fool us for a while
But eventually we feel the impact of the abyss that exists
within their soul
Hard fronts, soft backs
But there are others
Who are generous, and kind
Who seek what is best for others
Who lift others up
Who accept rather than reject
Welcome rather than exclude
These are people willing to be wrong
Willing to be vulnerable
Willing to let other people in
Sometimes we think these people are soft
Snowflakes
Bleeding hearts
Libertards (perhaps)
but behind the soft exterior, there is something strong
Something profound
Call it love
Call it the Sacred
Call it inner strength
Call it insight, or wisdom
Call it what you will
But these people do not live in fear
They do not need to oppress and minimize others to feel OK
about themselves
They do not have to use and manipulate to have healthy egos
They have strong backs
They are held up by what is more powerful than
Hate, or fear, or even death
They are help up, strengthened, by Sacred Presence
and Sacred Love
They have soft fronts
They can smile
They can be open and honest
They can embrace
But they can stand firm, they can survive the worst
They can continue to be a force for good, even when
surrounded by evil
Softs fronts, strong backs
That is the way I want to be
A person with a soft front, and a firm back
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