"To me, imagination is the closest thing we have to compassion. To have compassion you have to be able to imagine the lives of others, including people who are suffering..." -Amy Tan
Well, I have just been perusing my last post, it seems that the feeling of having 'arrived' is one that will ebb and flow. Learning to love myself is turning out to be an ongoing process involving ups and downs, twists and turns, and a whirlwind of emotions. I'm a little dizzy with it all.
Recently, I've been following a fellow seeker named Jeff Foster, and his ideas and his words have been cataclysmic in my journey. I even ventured out to Boulder, CO for a long weekend to hear him in person. (More on this momentous trip in a later post) The gist of his teachings is learning to be present in this moment, to accept my feelings without judgement, and to practice compassion for myself and others.
I'm struggling to find my voice. I've always been a bit of a mimic, and I'm not sure how to express my true and authentic self. Inspiration is all around me, and the trouble is there are so many people to admire. So many people to emulate. What's marvelous is that they all love me and they're all routing for me.
When I imagine my story, I love not only who I will become, but who I have been, and who I am now. Understanding that I am a work in progress is the foundation for discovering my authentic self. Understanding that my story is a work in progress is the seed from which an unending field of compassion shall blossom.
