The image above is a reminder that I’m still not seeing real myself. Yet.
There comes a point in everyone’s life where we have to face ourselves, all those parts that others deem inappropriate or somehow wrong in their eyes. What we see in the mirror can be difficult to face, as what we see in our reflection relates substantially to what we feel about ourselves.
Everyone has elements they are not happy with, so strive to mask for the sake of security or becoming acceptable. For me as a trans woman, I’ve had to hide the best part of me so other people can be more comfortable with my presence. Hiding has a dramatic effect on one’s esteem and the view we have of ourself.
Compassion is not fully understood by people. It is close in energy to love but it is substantially different.
Compassion unbound is seeing the person standing close as a human being, a person whose experiences painted them in a set of colours. It is important to not judge them for not being like you, or in a different tribe.
It is seeing their humanity first and foremost, and secondly, realising they have been sculpted by their own experiences in life. Those experiences quite possibly clouded their way of seeing, and created beliefs which harm them more as these can become a cell trapping them, stopping their ability to see difference as a virtue.
The article you are about to read has taken several weeks to write. It first had to gestate so I could see, for myself, compassion in a new light.
The article is on my A Way of Seeing website. Just click on the link below. I hope the words I have written give you another way of seeing the people around you.
If any of this resonates, let it do so gently. There is no requirement to act, change, or resolve anything here. Some journeys are not about movement, but about permission, permission to stand where you are, to feel what you feel, and to allow what has been waiting quietly to come a little closer.
The light does not hurry us. It simply remains. The lantern we carry illuminates our way in the darkness of our inner landscape, a landscape we have to travel in order to discover ourselves fully and completely. In order to find ourselves, we first need to realise we are lost.
