True understanding is found through compassion. – my Yogi teabag
For some godawful reason, Northern Michigan has confused August with a season to get cold.
Coming from Nevada, it makes no sense to my body to wake up shivering, but I do love any excuse to make hot tea in the morning.
There’s just something about it, the routine maybe…filling the teapot, lighting the stove, warming my hands by the flame and then with my hot mug. Sipping until it’s cool enough to drink. Slowing down. Not jumping into my day.
I also love my Yogi tea nuggets of wisdom, just a tiny phrase to meditate on while I roll my hot mug between my cold hands. This morning’s wisdom was the one above.
It’s been a word on my tongue a lot lately.
And how often it’s lacking in our words, our thoughts (judgments), our reactions (especially the knee-jerk kind).
When I am connected to compassion I see deeper, feel deeper, connect to others and to Truth deeper.
When my focus is not on compassion I’m absorbed in my own thoughts (judgments), my own reactions, my own sense of victimhood, my own ego.
But compassion takes me out of those things.
Camera + Compassion + My Son
In case you didn’t notice I’m taking a lot of shoddy photos with my phone lately.
I haven’t mentioned it to anyone but my other camera isn’t in the best shape right now.
A couple weeks ago, I took it to the pool and in an effort to keep it dry wrapped it in a towel. Not knowing this and while I was back at the RV, Zeb picked up said towel and my camera fell several feet to the cement.
Thank goodness for an already residing sense of compassion.
I didn’t see the look on his face when it happened but I saw the look when he came up to tell me. It was a mixture of remorse and uncertainty. He knew how much I loved my camera, love to take photos, loved to capture expressions and moments from funny angles. And in my less-than-compassionate moments, he knew that my initial reaction could be the knee-jerk variety.
“Mom, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know your camera was there and I picked up the towel to dry off and…well, it fell and Dad has been trying but it’s not taking pictures now.”
But in that moment, I was fully connected to my own Truth, my own wisdom, my own Bigger Picture.
I was centered and felt content. And so my reaction was one of compassion.
“Really? You’re not upset? Because Spirit in the Sky was playing on the radio when it happened and I thought for sure it was an omen that you were gonna kill me,” he said with a grin. My son, he’s a funny one. 🙂
Don’t get me wrong…I felt my own disappointment and sadness over losing something I love.
But I felt a stronger sense of compassion for my son’s disappointment and concern for me.
But Compassion Isn’t Really The Answer
Okay, I really don’t believe compassion is the answer, even if the word is on my tongue a lot lately.
I didn’t take it in stride because I wanted to be compassionate. I didn’t keep my perspective because I focused on what would be the most compassionate.
I was compassionate because I already felt that deep sense of Connection within myself.
And by already being connected to my own Organic Wisdom, I could see with compassion. I could see that he cared deeply for me. I could see his worry. I could see that it was only a cheap lens that broke. And that it was just a camera anyway, a thing. I could see that I hadn’t even been taking many pictures lately. And I could even see my own accountability: I had wrapped it up in a towel and not told anyone after all.
Compassion didn’t allow me to see or understand those things. Being able to see those things without the fogginess of my emotions or knee-jerk reactions allowed me to respond with compassion.
And because hindsight is all a beautiful thing, I can see just how nice it is to only have my cell phone to take pictures – convenient, lightweight and good enough to capture the moment, save time in editing and get back to what really matters. 🙂