A seed of compassion

A seed of compassion was planted in me. A dear Buddhist friend said gently,”I give myself full compassion”. What a foreign phrase to me. A light bulb went off.

An internal experiment began. I started to ask myself what would the kindest choice be for me, in each arising opportunity.

Physically, checking in with my body. Asking her what she wants. Making choices to nourish, out of love and kindness. She craved rest. She needed gentle.

Concerning work and effort. Genuinely offer my knowledge and experience to the world with the intention of service. Gentleness in my mind when I don’t know the answer to others qualms. Space to learn and grow as a teacher.

Motherhood. Presence above all else. When distracted, notice; clear the slate of the mind and try again. When pressure builds ask for help. Let the tears fall as they wish.

The complex human roles. Forgiveness when I fall short. Understanding this is bound to happen.

A deep witness of the space within. A place that now feels homey. Welcoming, accepting. Perhaps the place I’ve been craving outwardly for so long. The seed of compassion grow internally into a flourishing garden. A sanctuary to reside in. How lovely it feels to be here.