The pain weighs so heavy on my body,
Pressing deep into my chest,
Down into my bones,
Constricting every drop of my being.
Yet, the breath still flows
Light and free.
There is courage, hope, relief
As I recall that the pain is just a part of me.
No matter how sad, or mad, or defeated I want to feel,
The pain can never be bigger than me
Because the pain is just a part of me.
When the storm rolls in, do you spread your branches and invite it in?
Do you tingle with anticipation as the wind presses against your skin?
As the sky darkens and clouds cluster, do you marvel at their majestic dance?
Do you breathe in the energy, feel the power, as it slowly builds its strength?
Do you know the humble quiet of just watching that storm grow?
Flashes of light, ripples of rumble, dewy droplets in the sky.
As it slowly wraps around you, can you hold peace in your heart and know your courage and your own might to welcome whatever it may bring?
There is the storm
and there is you.
Compassion is love in action.
When you are compassionate with others, you accept them in a space of humble kindness. You are not excusing action or inaction on their part, rather you are fully acknowledging that the action or inaction is theirs and they are trying to do their best to be their best.
When you are compassionate with yourself, you invite the richest form of healing and growth imaginable within your deepest Self, knowing you are doing your best to be at your best.
Feel the love…unconditionally.
Feel compassion.
