Self Compassion

Why Self Compassion?

There’s confusion about the need for self compassion. It seems it’s the place we go to as a last resort–after we’ve exhausted ourselves trying to figure out why we feel the way we do. In our habits of over analyzing everything we only deepen our confusion. It’s important to have compassion for that part of ourselves that keeps us in our heads! Self compassion is an expression of the heart and our heart is the seat of wisdom.

Return to Our True Nature

The north star that guides my work is that each of us at our core is whole, wise, compassionate, and clear. That includes even the most deluded person. These qualities are ever present and can be covered over by the wear and tear of this life, in short, we forget who we are, we forget our true nature. There is no one way to back to our hearts but the movement toward “returning to our true nature” rather than a “self improvement project” is an act of compassion in itself. In the self forgetting we develop strategies for getting through life and with time, these same strategies can become barriers to the contentment we seek.

This practice is a way of tending those barriers

What is it to tend to our inner critic, or an angry part of ourselves, or our disappointments while holding to what is whole and true and undamaged?

To “live close to the way we are made” as poet David Whyte puts it, requires knowing ourselves. It requires not putting ourselves out of our own hearts. When we make room for who we are we make room for others. If you’d like guided support here’s an audio (10 minutes 37 seconds).

Where do you take refuge?

That question was put to me by my spiritual director a few months back and I’ll ask you now: Where do you take refuge? It’s easy to feel we have no respite from the upheaval all around us. And it’s easy to feel our emotional life runs amok. Yet our embodied emotional life is meant as a resource for growing our wisdom.

Most of us have not been educated to see our emotions or our body as sources of wisdom. And it is a matter of education.

Here’s an example: I worked with a client who was angry and at first, she wasn’t even able to name that she was angry: because well, anger gets a bad rap. It’s a powerful emotion and left untended can cause great harm. In her mind, the choices were to stuff the anger or blow out at people around her. I offered her a third option: be with the anger, tend it, locate where it lives in her and be with it. As she was slowly able to do be with the anger–give it room, she became quiet, present with an awareness of her whole body. She had a direct experience of her body as a safe holding place for the anger.

The outer circumstances had not changed yet she was able to be with herself and she could touch the hurt beneath the anger. Her heart was no longer contracted around her inner conflict about anger. It gave her a way of being with herself that was compassionate and responsive to the circumstances with clarity. Anger’s gift is clarity. It’s an example of the alchemy that reveals what’s present as the the gift–the wisdom we need to move with life.

This is a practice that builds our emotional repertoire and a practice our worlds needs right now: transforming our emotions into wisdom.

Point being, practices that support our inner life cultivate a refuge we can rely upon day in and day out. Without consistent training in what feeds our inner life we have nothing to rely on especially in crisis. The Greek poet Archilochos said “We don’t rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training”.

Recently I’ve been listening to talks by Lama Rod Owens. You can read more about him here at www.lamarod.com. I deeply value him as an activist, a black, queer, Buddhist teacher who challenges the status quo, but always comes back to the intersection of his social activism and a well honed inner life. As he so beautifully puts it, each time one of us wakes up, we bring light to the world. I cannot think of a better reason for being true to the cultivation of refuge.

Tending the Vital Heart

In the Sufi tradition, there are many layers to the human heart, the innermost being the holiest of places where our true nature dwells, untouched by the troubles of this life. In the subtle body teachings of Tibetan Medicine, sperm meets egg at the heart chakra and new life unfolds from there. The heart is considered the seat of consciousness. We can think of the Sacred Heart in the Christian mystical tradition as well.

However we approach it “tending the vital heart” is essential work.

To tend the vital heart is to do our inner work. That means befriending what gets in the way of remembering this jewel that dwells at the center of ourselves.

It can be covered over, forgotten, even denied, but our true nature never changes. For our essence to be seen and reflected back to us is an extraordinary experience. It’s what we hunger for and it’s the work of a life time.

Usually we come to our inner work due to a crisis in our lives but over time, we come to realize that we deserve more than just enough to keep us on the sunny side of not feeling bad.

Life is so much more than needing to justify our inner work. To find meaning in life is to recognize that tending the vital heart is the most important work we’ll ever do. It’s from that place of a well tended heart that we are of the greatest service to others.

Touching with Love

“To heal is to touch with love that which we previously touched with fear.”
~Stephen Levine

So much of my work comes down to that: Touching with love, with care, with respect, that which we have previously touched with fear. Approaching our difficulties in this way allows us to take a deep breath and relax, to appreciate our humanity. We all have barriers, challenges both in mind and body and it’s how we meet those barriers that determines our well being. It’s not so much the content of what’s happened to us but how we carry the history, how we tell the story, and what happens when we discover to our relief and delight, that we can make new choices.

This is the core practice of self compassion. Knowing how to be with ourselves, learning how to be with our difficulties and noticing what we learn about ourselves in the process is at the heart of all sincere healing journeys.

That discovery process is what offers our lives meaning.

“Open yourself to discomfort. Meet it with mercy, not fear. Recognize that when our pain calls most for our embrace, we are often least present. Soften, enter, and explore and continue softening to make room for your life.” ~Stephen Levine

Our Beloved Inner Community

“The clarity we need to meet the world as it is, arises out of self compassion: here is the intersection of inner and outer work.”

From the point of view of depth psychology and the wisdom traditions, we each have a center point, the ground of being that is untouched, unfazed, unharmed by anything. Different traditions call it different things: the Self with a capital “S”, Awakened Heart, Atman. I refer to it sometimes as our “bright and shiny being”. It has no one name but it belongs to all of us and is not corruptible. We can become quite confused and lose track of it but it doesn’t mean it has ever lost track of us.

From the point of view of our incorruptible-ness, we are offered a different relationship to ourselves and the option to move from an inner world that includes all of who we are.

To embrace all parts of ourselves is key to our inner work; it is the work of cultivating self compassion. Self compassion is essential in order to offer compassion to those who’ve been marginalized in our outer world.

By “compassion” I don’t mean the watered down version of what that word has come to mean. By compassion, I mean we recognize the suffering of ourselves and other beings and we are not complicit in perpetuating harm to ourselves or others.

The impact of our service to the world is equal to the compassion for ourselves.

In this time of deep social, economic, and political change, to engage from a place of self compassion prevents burn out.

The clarity we need to meet the world as it is, arises out of self compassion: here is the intersection of inner and outer work.

To embrace our humanity is to embrace all beings. To live and move from the place of deep interconnectedness acknowledges that what each of us does, matters. Each time one of us awakens, heals, and embraces our marginalized parts, the world is healed.

Offering healing to the world is not often the initial reason most of us seek support during hard passages in our lives but we may have the insight that embracing our beloved inner community uplifts all beings.

This is the reason I get out of bed in the morning.

An Antidote to Loneliness/January Retreat

When I first entered the small 10′ x 10′ cabin (that’s 9.29 square meters) and began to settle in with my clothing, food, etc. panic shot through me: I’d made a mistake. I’d just spent 10 months in limited social contact and now I was entering into complete isolation?

What was I thinking?! I remembered that I could leave at anytime. I had nothing to prove, this wasn’t an endurance contest, there were no retreat police holding me there. Yet I also relished the challenge of 21 days in solitude. I needed the alchemy it would provide.

Intimacy

As each icy cold night yielded to lengthening January days and I pumped water from the well, continuously fed the small wood burning stove and cooked canned soup on a tiny camp stove, I realized I was never lonely, I never felt isolated.

I had been slowed down enough to allow the world to meet me: birds, wind, prayer flags flapping tirelessly, snow and ice crunching beneath my feet and the slant of sunlight were my companions.

That subtle sense of grasping at experiences in which many of us are well trained, stopped. I could allow myself to receive the vitality of life always pulsing, nudging, meeting me.

What I experience as “loneliness” is a lack of intimacy with myself and the world. I feel impoverished and unworthy of my own good companionship. We are pack animals and we do need connection with others.

Yet, loneliness can be an alchemical invitation to go deeper into our experience. Intimacy with ourselves is an antidote to loneliness. If we allow it, loneliness is an invitation to life lived more genuinely and generously.

Each time you receive your breath, your movement, birdsong or even difficult moments, that pulse of life is right there to meet you: it’s that close in, no cold winter cabin required.

Self Awareness or Self Improvement?

As some of you know, I made time for a 3 week retreat last month: a much needed protected solitude. I’ve discovered that times of deep quiet are essential hygiene for me.

Throughout the retreat this quote from Rumi played through me: “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find the barriers that you have built against it and embrace them.

To become aware of what gets in the way of experiencing our good hearts is a different approach to life than pushing away what’s unpleasant. Pushing away what’s unpleasant about ourselves is much of what’s at the heart of “self improvement”. If we can come up for air from our ever demanding self improvement projects we can stop chasing some ideal that doesn’t exist.

To find those barriers that you have built against love—and embrace them–that IS the practice of self awareness and self compassion. I believe that’s what most of us want when we grab at the “self improvement” model. To learn to kindly meet the limitations we’ve built against accepting ourselves would reveal that we are love itself always seeking us–what’s to improve?

Respect & Gentleness

This year has brought us to our knees

Whether that movement to our knees be in prayer or protest, defiance or despair, gratitude or grief, that gesture is alive. We see vividly how our body, this “chalice of the heart”, expresses without words.

Body awareness is an essential part of our instinctual wisdom.

Respect grief

This past year has left behind a large swath of grief for so many: both personal and collective grief. We’ve had bright moments too and we’ve been forced to slow down and attend to the small miracles of daily life.

A Practice

From the late West African teacher Sobonfu Somé I learned to create a grief shrine or altar. The logic behind this practice is twofold: one part is to bring our innermost emotions into physical form. These powerful emotions are running in the background anyway, so why not respectfully bring them into the foreground, where we can see them? The second intention is to help us not become bitter.

Ideally, this altar is created outside but if you have to do it inside your home, do not place it in your bedroom. The grief altar can be made of found objects, or stones, twigs, or personal objects that have meaning to you.

You are creating a holding space for your grief, sadness, overwhelm. It has the effect of holding “with you”: a place where you can lay down your burdens in a physical way.

You can visit it daily or whenever you feel the need. I go to my altar everyday right now. I pick up a rock, ask it to hold grief or confusion and gently add it to the stones already there. I can see the altar out my window which helps me stay connected to this practice of emotional hygiene.

Here’s an Audio

From the archives here’s an audio called “Tending Our Grief” that can be supportive to you (Length: 17 min 26 sec).

Remember, this is about slowly finding your way home to your own good heart. We will come through these difficult days, this I know. I hold faith, hope, and courage with you even if you are not feeling it. I will hold it for you until you find it within yourself again.

Skill Beneath The Heartache

“Heartbreak is a gateway to compassionate action. Such action arises when we trust our body sensations and the emotions they reveal. We can act with integrity and we do not have to second guess ourselves. It is key to know how to transform our confusion into wise action: our world depends upon it.”

Our 16 year old grandson lived with us recently. It lasted a week before he “borrowed” our car (he’s an underage driver, not allowed to drive without an adult or at night) and picked up a forbidden lover. They had their Romeo & Juliet moment in our guest bedroom and then he drove her home where they were greeted by her father in the driveway. And yes all this while a pandemic tears across the globe!

My partner & I were awakened a few hours later by ringing cell phones, outraged mothers & fathers, threats of restraining orders, etc. It was all quite dramatic. Point being? He broke my heart. After extracting all the details from him, it was determined he’d go live with his father in another state. It was the breaking point after lies, deceptions, and disappearances both on our watch and his mother’s.

I didn’t recognize what I felt as “heartache” at first. I felt sluggish and disoriented. When I gave keen attention to those sensations, a clarifying anger showed itself, just beneath the heartache.

I fired off an email to say he was not welcome to return to our home until amends were made to all involved, including us. This was not new behavior for him but if he assumed this grandmother who adores him was not going to wield her sword, he was wrong.

There’s nothing compassionate about enabling someone’s bad behavior. Turning toward that heart sinking feeling released vitality, allowed me to set healthy boundaries, and let go of outcomes. He has all the time he needs to come to his senses: my heart and mind are open, my home is not.

Heartbreak is a gateway to compassionate action. Such action arises when we trust our body sensations and the emotions they reveal. We can act with integrity and we do not have to second guess ourselves. It is key to know how to transform our confusion into wise action: our world depends upon it.

Falling Toward Home

This month I share with you a piece that has inspired me by writer Eric Alan. The need for renewal is present and like this author, I continue to find solace in nature. I hope you too have beautiful places to renew yourself whether that be a city party, waterfalls, or wide open meadows.

“In times as tumultuous as these, it’s easy to feel like water over rocks: tumbling, crashing, cascading without control onto whatever hard landing waits below. Most people I know have had moments of that feeling, this year. Perspective is elusive. Plans are always made with a caveat; an overriding “if” that reflects uncertainty about what even the next hours will bring.

That’s a hard way to live, even if it’s a clarification of life’s constant uncertainty, rather than a fundamental shift. Uncertainty’s sharp edge can cut us inside, after awhile. Restoration of perspective then becomes more important than any practical task on our “to do” lists.

When uncertainty opens a wound in me, I head east to the waterfalls that grace our mountains…

Beside me, so are you, and you and you and you: all of us tumbling, falling, merging, jostling against each other as gravity makes its incessant demands. No droplet, no human, can see where our fall will lead us. It’s easy to fear the rocks, the uncertainty…

The spirit sea will cradle us and allow us rest, in time. There is no uncertainty about that. Every life stream’s course always reaches its destination, however tumultuous its path along the way.

The waterfalls sing to me of this, every time I need their reminder. Far away downstream, the ocean sings of this too. Water sings the ageless song of how all of us are always falling towards home.”