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With ‘strangers’…..Connecting, real & honest for however long we are meant to know each other.
With ‘loved ones’…..same.
That everyone is trying to do their best in getting through the day
Sharing a quote by Thomas Merton which I find I can relate to how I am touched in my encounters with both strangers and loved ones …
in Oneness … 🙏❤️
“ The whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness of the interdependence of all (these) living beings, which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another. “
– Thomas Merton
I think I am touched by a willingness to listen, a desire to understand, and a sense of shared experience. They offer a lot patience and insight.
In both cases I find that I am responsible for the experience, in that Wherever I may be emotionally, mentally and physically will inevitably influence the moment. I must be vigilant and open to the person regardless. Tough work.
Eye contact and an unexpected smile from a stranger always make me happy. The same goes for contact with loved ones–it is vital to really see them and honor them every day.
Presence. Attentiveness. Genuine expressions of vulnerability, humour, aliveness, attention and care …
This question got me to reflect upon what I respond to, but also shows me how to behave towards others.
Unexpected kindness. I never take it for granted…even from family. People can surprise you in pleasant ways. It touches me to receive someones generosity and thoughtfulness and it especially touches me when it involves sacrifice, either through resources or time. It encourages me to find ways to express kindness to others. You might never know how much it will mean to them.
Remembering that every friend was once a stranger, and this stranger can become a friend too.
That is so true and makes perfect sense
When meeting strangers (in fact tonight I am going to an event where I know very few people) I am often touched by a sense of embarrassment. An awkwardness in the sense of not really sure what my place is, where I fit. I do have social confidence, and an ability to convey friendliness, it’s more this twinge of doubt. Am I supposed to be someplace else? With family it is more like listening for the rhythm and then getting into step. Or (for the surfers out there!) sitting on the board looking out to the horizon and reading the waves, waiting for the right one to ride. So I suppose rather than a sense of embarrassment it is a knowing that I belong and falling into line. With strangers I find I can surprise. They do not expect me to be who I am. With family I avoid surprises, which as a tribe we generally abhor.
Walking down the street or in the store and exchanging a soft genuine smile with eye contact with a stranger touches me. It reminds me that in a world of intense craziness we can still be still, venerable, and present in the moment. With loved ones, I feel touched when we are enjoying each others company in a way that comes natural and easy. There is an exchange of laughing, smiling, and joy weather we are eating a meal, watching a show, or going on an extravaganza.
‘going onto an extravaganza’…how alluring! Sounds like running away with the circus! Lovely image!
. . . their vulnerability,
whether they be strangers or loved ones.
Someone I loved
pointed out to me many years ago,
that everyone has a ‘person spot’ . . .
it’s on the temple of the face.
That is where our vulnerability can be seen.
Vulnerability in others
inspires a tenderness in me.
Vulnerability in myself
does too . . .
I love this. Thank you for sharing. With so much anger in the world it can be hard to remember that it arises from fear, which is vulnerability.
Everything and everyone has become so polarized now that the internet is in everyone’s pocket: A worldview tailored to each individual and the “facts” to support it. I don’t know why, but most everyone seems to have to have this newer, falser layer of identity on display everywhere they go and, for whatever reason, it’s everyone else’s job to affirm these false identities for them or risk interminable petty debates, or becoming alienated and “other”. None of these myriad viewpoints, the fears and concerns behind them, historically, have ever come to manifest but the emotionally charged divisions are more than obvious — it doesn’t seem to bother most. It’s as if the flesh and blood neighbors who won’t tolerate artifice are disposable in lieu of a thread of disembodied opinions that support comfortable illusions. And this is not only true of my interactions with strangers (that I attempt to keep to the bare minimum, these days). At some point I have to deal with loved ones and I’ve been limiting contact with some among them who want to make even breakfast political.
It’s not vaccines, or 5G and nanotechnology, or an occulted unelected faction of our government eating babies and appropriating our taxes to fund chemtrails of celery juice and viruses sprayed from UFO’s over the flat earth by our transgendered lizard overlords that frighten me. It’s how these absurd concepts have come to separate people from each other.
I love your description of the current state of affairs and sometimes it makes me so angry. Yes, things are crazy right now, but not everyone and everything. In the crowd of people there are others with there eyes open and attempting to see clearly and seeking connections. If you can connect with this person, who is grounded, who listens, who has something to impart on you, it helps make up for all the fear and loathing that comes with this “smart” device in our pockets. This thing can be used for love and connection. It’s a choice. Some people just don’t realize this yet.
Thank you, Charlie. I never got angry. People are vital to my well-being. Many of the wilder views were from many of my regular customers when I worked the front end of a high-volume organic grocery and nothing seems more politicized than food. But it’s also chief among the reasons I chose, no, HAD TO leave. I could no longer tacitly support some of the naked stupidity — by that I mean fear — that some of my favorite people would bring with them through my aisle and it’s not the place or time for a heated debate about how “Big Pharma gave me diabetes”. The internet is only a tool; a supporting bond in the hands of open hearts, and a weapon in the hands of fearful minds.
The same thing strikes me with both strangers and family — we are all remarkably similar and yet vastly different at the same time.
When people are open and honest about their perspective, how they view situations and how situations make them feel
What touches me is how every stranger is a possible friend.
Many of you will already know that I live in bed and have carers every day to help me. Last September I was suddenly put in the situation of having to change to a new care company where every person coming to me was a stranger. To date I have met 37 strangers! This is due to the Covid situation causing a lot of isolation for everyone on top of the usual winter sicknesses. It has been very tiring but also wonderful to meet so many new people, each one an individual personality with their own story. And out of all of them there is one special person I have the privilege of having as a regular carer who is on the same spiritual wavelength as myself. What joy!!
As for loved ones – my heart bursts with joy just thinking of them.
Thank you for your positive out look. It warms my soul. May blessings continue to flow to you.
As a male nurse i was working in a team of carers for years, visiting patients in their privat athmosphere. It must be very hard to trust in people that you don‘t know and who are changing to often. Some people, this is what I think, come to earth, offering a part of their life to give others the chance to serve. You make good persons (if they are doing a good job) out of people you don‘t even know. Thank you from my heart, Butterfly
Thank you, Hermann-Josef. We all serve in our own unique way 😊
What touches me most in my encounters with strangers is kindness, eye contact paired with a smile, and my sense that they are open to even momentary true connection with a stranger – their vulnerability.
What touches me most in my encounters with loved ones is when I observe a moment of unselfconscious kindness being expressed, whether it be to myself or another. To know that my loved one’s instinct is to care, to help, to love another, just breaks my heart right open.
Kindness….in the hearts of strangers and in the soul of loved ones
What touches me in my encounters with strangers is seeing their eyes, hearing their words, and as situations allow, shaking their hand. Somewhere within this experience of greeting somebody new to me, through seeing, hearing, and feeling, the essence of their humanity, and my own, is revealed.
What touches me with loved ones is an entirely different topic which I will leave to explore on another day.
Today is Random Acts of Kindness Day – I will remember this with strangers and my loved ones today. A simple smile is a great way to start and it’s free!
Thanks for letting me know about Kindness Day
You’re welcome Maurice🙂
Once I am allowed to look into someone‘s eyes i feel some touch in my soul. There are so many outlooks, styles and ways of behaving. But once I feel there is person not only striving for, or trying to avoid something, but is expressing his inner being, this touches me very much. Looking into the eyes of babies or the ones of my daughter ( though she is 27 now) touches me the most…
My favorite encounter with a stranger is when a baby smiles at me 🙂 Babies are so innocent. It makes me feel like a good person when I’m gifted with a smile.
With loved ones, it’s a hug or a slight grip of the hand. I appreciate being able to feel and share that energy. It always reminds me how connected we are.
With “strangers,” kindness and respect toward others and myself. With loved ones, remembering the little things
Strangers can be unexpectedly friendly. When that happens they push my emotion button. I can be overwhelmed with gratitude. Writing this, the song “Beautiful People” from Melanie came in my head.
Exactly, Christine. 🙂🌷
Thank you Holly.
And your your reply…….what a beautifull insight.
“This question got me to reflect upon what I respond to, but also shows me how to behave towards others.” 💞🌷🤗
when you wrote the song ‘Beautiful People’ I thought of Marilyn Manson’s song, lol.
Hi Michele, now I have to laugh loud too. That’s a very different song indeed.😂
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