...if we are completely clueless about our desire, then this sutra means just taking one step, period...in any direction. Knowing what we don't want has a habit of very quickly taking us into feeling what it is that we do want -- stepping into a pile of poo is not always a bad thing, so to speak!
I am not saying this to make anyone feel bad about what results they are seeing in their lives. I am saying this as a reminder to remember that if we do not LIKE our results, WE CAN CHANGE our results.
If you are saying you are too fat or not slim enough, then you are making anyone your size wrong with you. You are also making those on the other end of the scale equally unacceptable -- too thin, too slim, not 'fat' enough. So when we judge ourselves, we automatically judge others too.
For me this has been a rapid avalanche of a healing crisis and a wonderful (even though painful) wake-up call. The forgiveness of myself continues. I believe this is the work that will change the structure of our societies, schools and relationships forever. I want to forgive all my hurt and stand as who I am, divinely, creatively, without any labels or judgements.
Where do you criticize your YOU-ness? And where did you learn to do that? Where are you guilt-tripping yourself about your being or actions? Where do you talk yourself out of going for your heart's desire? Where do you tell yourself the lie that you don't know, that you don't deserve?
It's only now, as I sense that I'm really stepping into my life purpose and that I've graduated from the process of becoming myself, that I see what the food-addictions, eating disorders and problems were about.
What is this thing called compassion?
As we walk the path of life and as part of any spiritual path, any path that takes into our hearts, we get faced with the concept of compassion. You know, that thing that basically every spiritual path talks about.
The word itself means to “suffer along with” someone else.
I think this is the very point where we start going off the mark with compassion. You see, (at least for me) compassion means to know the suffering of another. It is a KNOWING, it is a RECOGNITION that mirrors something we ourselves have gone through.
Compassion (as humility) grows from the hard knocks of life. Only someone who’s lost a child can know the pain of another woman losing her baby. Only someone who went through chemotherapy, went to war, gave birth, fill-in-the-blank, really knows what it’s like.
So as we heal our bruises into...
How can you really trust, when you were taught not to trust? How can you lean into God when nobody was there for you when you were a child? Some people manage just fine. But for some of us healing entails a process of forgiveness. Forgiving ourselves — but first and foremost — forgiving God.
Feeling pissed-off about something in your life that's not going like you'd like it to? Feeling that change comes hard and with a taste of iron in your mouth? Feeling that no matter what you try, your walking in a swamp that keeps sucking you down?