By now you know what an evangelist I am about self-compassion and compassion.
The new issue of my online magazine/community, "Meditate Like A Girl," gave me a wonderful opportunity to share one of my most poignant encounters with self-compassion.
I haven't written much about this episode of my life until now. Truthfully, in the early days, it felt like a source of embarrassment. How could someone who teaches about mindfulness and good self-care not practice what they preach?
What I've come to understand is that "having a problem" is not a sign of failure. It is an invitation from the Universe—indeed, from our wise self—to go deeper.
To peel back another layer of ego self and delusion.
To let go of what causes suffering.
To embrace new practices that allow self-healing.
To continue to give birth to ourself over and over again.
I decided to write about my own struggle with self-compassion (circa 2008) as the subject of my July Editorial at MLAG.
Here is the link to read it: "How Self-Compassion Saved My Life."
I hope it speaks to you, nudges you too into greater self-compassion, for, as the Buddha taught, "If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete."
With metta (loving-kindness),
is a touchpoint. a resting place, a "remembering" of who we really are: beings of unshakeable peace, boundless compassion, and deep joy.