Someone needs my compassion . . .
the world needs my compassion.
My husband,
my cats,
my friends
need my compassion.
I need my compassion.
The people dying in the Sudan
need my compassion,
and in Gaza and Lebanon . . .
they need my compassion.
The kings and emperors,
the dictators and despots,
the politicians who were once activists
and have lost their way . . .
they need my compassion too.
The flowers and vegetables in my gardens
need my compassion,
as does the wildlife who live here.
The very stones that line the shore
need my compassion,
the deep wells
and pockets of minerals,
the waters that cover the earth . . .
they need my compassion,
as do the birds of prey
as well as the robins
who want nothing more than a worm for breakfast,
and yes,
the worms need my compassion too.
What I can do
is to offer my love to the Universe
and bless them all,
rich and poor alike . . .
destructive and productive,
hateful and loving,
for all of Life
is pure and innocent in their true Being.
Perhaps evil
needs my compassion the most,
and I am called to bless all of it
with my heart and soul
and every ounce of my being.
Perhaps
this
is my Life’s purpose
in the end. ♥
I think,
dear Joseph,
that in whatever way we are gifted,
we are called upon
to put something good into the world,
whether it be big or small . . .
I have no illusions
about the size of my gift. 🙂
I think I honestly need compassion lol, with getting over neck whiplash, recent surgery, and just mental emotional damage. BUT nevertheless, I also believe my dad really could use some. He is stuck between a rock and a hard place right now, and the issues just continue to brew. I wish I could take away all his issues. The best thing I have been doing for him is just spending more time together, reminding him of his accomplishments thus far, and helping him in whatever way I can whether it is cleaning or financially.
Valerie, it’s never easy to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. The paradox is where the misunderstandings happen. Communication isn’t easy either. Hope all goes well for him.
Compassion–“to be with.” I can show compassion with a smile, with a listening ear, with the willingness to be vulnerable and always with kindness. Everyone needs compassion, needs to be seen and heard.
Willing to Be Vulnerable by Carol Ann Conner
We rant and we rave
and we judge and we joke.
We laugh and we cry.
We jab and we poke
at life.
To feel is scary
because we have been told
It is weakness.
It is scary
because it requires vulnerability.
Being vulnerable is challenging.
It demands
feeling our wounds
and loving our fears
to death.
So I come to the foot of the cross
on which vulnerability hangs.
I hear the words
“Father, forgive them.
They know not what they do.”
I know my job is willingness.
I know the willingness
to be vulnerable
changes one’s Passion
into compassion.
Let those who have eyes to see
and ears to hear
be the compassionate vulnerability
that brings healing
to a troubled world.
The friend I visited yesterday, with her 3 young children. She is without much support from her partner and I always feel overwhelmed when visiting her. My reminder to myself is not to be judgmental or critical. She’s got a lot on her plate. It’s easy for me to think “why doesn’t she do this or that…” but she’s in survival mode. And I have to say, I admire her energy and how much she manages on her own.
I guess I should start with myself. I will think about how I would react or treat someone that I loved, who was struggling physically, with compassion.
I will think about what advice I would give and I will attempt to listen to my own advice.
I have several folks in my circle who have recently lost a love one.
Everyone can use a bit. I will offer my kind words and smiles. I am not mingling too much in this heat so my compassion is more embedded in thought and prayer.
Adding on to those who’ve lifted up the world in need of compassion. Working locally on this: my cat is very sick and has more needs than usual; my neighborhood of stressed young families who I support in small ways; my former workplace client, 87, with whom I’ve become friends and visit regularly. I’m overwhelmed by American politics that affects us all so I work on self-compassion and very small social justice projects. It’s tough out there and inside all of us.d
Today is the day we deliver for Meals on Wheels. Most of our clients are so very appreciative and grateful, so kind and receptive. A few are grumpy and maybe for good reason – poor health, pain, lack of resources. But the one I find it hardest to be kind to is a woman who is not exactly a hoarder, but one who is just so filthy dirty – her house is FILLED with trash, her person is grimy, her front porch is covered with discarded food, disposable containers and cat food. She, in fact, is a perfectly kind person. But I simply cannot bring myself to engage her because of the flies, smell, refuse and grime that surround her and her front door. Her family, naturally, won’t come to her house. I so wish my kindness could extend to actually making the effort to help her get it all cleaned up. But that was done by someone else when we first met her, and now it is all back the way it was. It is all very sad to me.
I would have the same difficulty dealing with her that you are having, Katrina.
That is a difficult situation. You are still providing her with a service by doing meals on wheels. Hopefully there is a social service that can help. This sounds like mental illness, possibly depression, to me.
There may be resources in your community through your local social services that could provide the needed help.
Hope so for both your sakes. As you’ve pointed out, she’s a kind person but she has a problem (mental illness?) that could affect her health.
I need my own compassion, and my Mom also needs my compassion. Interestingly, the more kind and loving I am with my Mom, the more I am kind to myself, without even trying. I can do this. Peace to all.
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Someone needs my compassion . . .
the world needs my compassion.
My husband,
my cats,
my friends
need my compassion.
I need my compassion.
The people dying in the Sudan
need my compassion,
and in Gaza and Lebanon . . .
they need my compassion.
The kings and emperors,
the dictators and despots,
the politicians who were once activists
and have lost their way . . .
they need my compassion too.
The flowers and vegetables in my gardens
need my compassion,
as does the wildlife who live here.
The very stones that line the shore
need my compassion,
the deep wells
and pockets of minerals,
the waters that cover the earth . . .
they need my compassion,
as do the birds of prey
as well as the robins
who want nothing more than a worm for breakfast,
and yes,
the worms need my compassion too.
What I can do
is to offer my love to the Universe
and bless them all,
rich and poor alike . . .
destructive and productive,
hateful and loving,
for all of Life
is pure and innocent in their true Being.
Perhaps evil
needs my compassion the most,
and I am called to bless all of it
with my heart and soul
and every ounce of my being.
Perhaps
this
is my Life’s purpose
in the end. ♥
💗
Tall order that will benefit all if only attempted. May your abundance of compassion rub off on others a bit, dear Sparrow.
I think,
dear Joseph,
that in whatever way we are gifted,
we are called upon
to put something good into the world,
whether it be big or small . . .
I have no illusions
about the size of my gift. 🙂
I think I honestly need compassion lol, with getting over neck whiplash, recent surgery, and just mental emotional damage. BUT nevertheless, I also believe my dad really could use some. He is stuck between a rock and a hard place right now, and the issues just continue to brew. I wish I could take away all his issues. The best thing I have been doing for him is just spending more time together, reminding him of his accomplishments thus far, and helping him in whatever way I can whether it is cleaning or financially.
You have been good to your Dad, Valerie. Please take care of yourself, too. ♥️
Valerie, it’s never easy to be stuck between a rock and a hard place. The paradox is where the misunderstandings happen. Communication isn’t easy either. Hope all goes well for him.
I agree that everyone needs compassion right now. Today and every day for that matter! I show it with prayers, loving kindness, being kind to people.
Compassion–“to be with.” I can show compassion with a smile, with a listening ear, with the willingness to be vulnerable and always with kindness. Everyone needs compassion, needs to be seen and heard.
Willing to Be Vulnerable by Carol Ann Conner
We rant and we rave
and we judge and we joke.
We laugh and we cry.
We jab and we poke
at life.
To feel is scary
because we have been told
It is weakness.
It is scary
because it requires vulnerability.
Being vulnerable is challenging.
It demands
feeling our wounds
and loving our fears
to death.
So I come to the foot of the cross
on which vulnerability hangs.
I hear the words
“Father, forgive them.
They know not what they do.”
I know my job is willingness.
I know the willingness
to be vulnerable
changes one’s Passion
into compassion.
Let those who have eyes to see
and ears to hear
be the compassionate vulnerability
that brings healing
to a troubled world.
Yes . . .
may we be willing,
dear Carol Ann. ♥
Amen
❤️🌞Thank You, Carol Ann.
Thank you for sharing your poem. It’s so true, and I particularly like the idea of changing passion into compassion 💜
The friend I visited yesterday, with her 3 young children. She is without much support from her partner and I always feel overwhelmed when visiting her. My reminder to myself is not to be judgmental or critical. She’s got a lot on her plate. It’s easy for me to think “why doesn’t she do this or that…” but she’s in survival mode. And I have to say, I admire her energy and how much she manages on her own.
I can remind myself and other to take care and slow down! Be kind to yourself! Hugs 🤗
I can remind myself and other to take care and slow down! Be kind to yourself! Hugs 🤗
We all need compassion. Each & everyone of us.
Me too. ❤️
Love & Peace to All….❤️🕊️
PKR no doubt ! Thank you !🤩
I guess I should start with myself. I will think about how I would react or treat someone that I loved, who was struggling physically, with compassion.
I will think about what advice I would give and I will attempt to listen to my own advice.
I have several folks in my circle who have recently lost a love one.
Everyone can use a bit. I will offer my kind words and smiles. I am not mingling too much in this heat so my compassion is more embedded in thought and prayer.
Adding on to those who’ve lifted up the world in need of compassion. Working locally on this: my cat is very sick and has more needs than usual; my neighborhood of stressed young families who I support in small ways; my former workplace client, 87, with whom I’ve become friends and visit regularly. I’m overwhelmed by American politics that affects us all so I work on self-compassion and very small social justice projects. It’s tough out there and inside all of us.d
Yes,
dear Barb . . .
it’s not just those who are far away
that need our compassion . . .
the ones closest to us
do too . . .
hugs to your cat. ♥
Today is the day we deliver for Meals on Wheels. Most of our clients are so very appreciative and grateful, so kind and receptive. A few are grumpy and maybe for good reason – poor health, pain, lack of resources. But the one I find it hardest to be kind to is a woman who is not exactly a hoarder, but one who is just so filthy dirty – her house is FILLED with trash, her person is grimy, her front porch is covered with discarded food, disposable containers and cat food. She, in fact, is a perfectly kind person. But I simply cannot bring myself to engage her because of the flies, smell, refuse and grime that surround her and her front door. Her family, naturally, won’t come to her house. I so wish my kindness could extend to actually making the effort to help her get it all cleaned up. But that was done by someone else when we first met her, and now it is all back the way it was. It is all very sad to me.
Bless you for helping and trying to understand, Katrina.
I would have the same difficulty dealing with her that you are having, Katrina.
That is a difficult situation. You are still providing her with a service by doing meals on wheels. Hopefully there is a social service that can help. This sounds like mental illness, possibly depression, to me.
There may be resources in your community through your local social services that could provide the needed help.
Hope so for both your sakes. As you’ve pointed out, she’s a kind person but she has a problem (mental illness?) that could affect her health.
It never hurts to help,
dear Katrina. ♥
I need my own compassion, and my Mom also needs my compassion. Interestingly, the more kind and loving I am with my Mom, the more I am kind to myself, without even trying. I can do this. Peace to all.
Everyone…. loving kindness.
https://nationaltoday.com/today/ – always some good ones in there 🙂