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"Hold yourself as a mother holds her beloved child." —Buddha
With mindfulness, our natural compassion grows. We can see that we are all carrying our own burden ...of tears. You and everyone you meet are sharing in some measure of the pain present on the planet. You are called upon to witness this pain—in yourself and others—with compassion. But how can we do this when we live in a time where it seems we have lost contact with the power of mercy and compassion, when we have closed off to the suffering of ourselves and others? We have to begin to sense the tears for ourselves before we can cry for others. These tears are actually a great gift. http://ow.ly/zllS30fS0v7
Meditation trains you to be resilient. The more you can learn to stay with all the highs and lows of your thoughts, emotions, and physical sensations, the more strength you can bring to each moment and experience. Try this 10-minute guided meditation for working with tough emotions.
A couple of years ago, during one of my trips with the girls to visit the cats at the Humane Society, each girl was immediately drawn to a particular kitten. I ...had a favorite too. Tish, Amma, and I quietly snuggled with our favorites for a while. Then I looked at Tish and said, “Why is that one your favorite? What do you like so much about that one?”
Tish looked down at her kitten and said, “I think because she likes me. She came over and wanted to play with me.”
Then Amma said, “Me too. I like mine because she likes me. She keeps staying close to me and looking up at me.”
Hm. I was surprised. I was expecting the girls to say: "I like that she’s fluffy, I like that this one’s striped. I like that this one’s energetic." But they didn’t say that at all. They just said: I like the one that likes me.
So I looked down at my favorite and thought, Huh. Same here. I didn’t even notice that she was regal and dignified and warm until she came over and sat with me. First, she liked me. Then, I liked her.
I really, really think the secret to being loved is to love. And the secret to being interesting is to be interested. And the secret to having a friend is being a friend.
Why don’t we want to believe that? We insist that we need to be the smartest or the most interesting or the most successful or the most beautiful to get people’s attention. But maybe we don’t. Maybe we just have to show a little interest. Maybe the surest way to be liked by people is simply to like people.
But that’s a risk right? To openly like someone? To admit to someone: I like you. I’d like to spend time with you today. It’s to risk rejection. It’s vulnerability. It’s brave.
Be brave. Like somebody.
Gut feelings are real.
Your stomach is controlling your mood.