Tag Archives: Compassion


17 Mar

Our farm is growing and our baby chickens are not so little any more. In the spirit of keeping it real, and always be telling the truth (ABTTT) I am not a huge fan of the chickens, I love their eggs, but they are kinda stinky little things. My sweet Blaise doesn’t think they stink, in fact he loves them as if they were his babies, that’s what he calls them, “My pretty babies.” He has compassion and caring actions for all creatures, even gross bugs.

Compassion has been on my mind a ton lately. I can’t stop thinking about compassion, finding it, keeping it, and putting it in to practice. In my mini workshop last week I told the women there to find compassion for themselves. I asked them, “Would you turn to your best friend and tell her that she is fat or ugly?” Of course we wouldn’t, but we find it completely ok to say those things to ourselves. I think this is where I am not congruent in my life, not lately. I am compassionate, I do have compassion for all others in my life, but struggle to put that practice to use on myself.

My family and I have a truly magical relationship. They are  always there to inspire me, but also there to always call me on my shit. More times than I can remember they have told me, “I am always looking for a reason to make myself feel bad.” Sadly, it’s true. I am  tired of this, I have outgrown this conversation.

I found myself today thinking of all the reasons why my yoga studio is growing slowly. I started thinking of the countless laundry list of things that were “wrong” with me. I am done with all of this, it means nothing and does nothing to improve any situation. I think if it doesn’t inspire, support or better the situation I will not speak those thoughts out loud. It all boils down to the fear of what will people find out about me? What is it that I am afraid people will see if I truly reveal myself? This is a heavy load to carry around all day, every day.

I have decided that I am going to practice loving compassion in every single morsel of my life. I am going to work on connecting the mind-body connection in my life. I am going to heal my body by healing my spirit and working on connecting the bridge between the two.

I have decided to work on completely “greening” my diet and clean out my insides. Finding balance with my inner workings and creating clarity in my spirit. I am going to practice compassion and ease into this as a life long change. I am truly excited to see what unfolds for me when I find peace with my physical and spirit self.

I am re-reading my “Eastern Body Western Mind” book. I am digging back down into my own personal chakra healing. Starting from the bottom and working up. I am ready to tear down some serious walls and dirt. I think of it like annual spring cleaning.



8 Apr

Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity

 by Pema Chodron

I just returned home from easter dinner and decided I needed to read my Brene Brown book “The Gifts of Imperfection.” I came right to the page with the quote above. It really spoke volumes to me this evening. I am completely stuck on this idea of compassion not only for my son, but for humanity in general. I realized after Blaise was diagnosed that I had not practiced enough compassion in my life. When you have a child with special needs or a medical condition of any kind you change your ways really fast. I not only began practicing compassion, but made it a full life changing event for me. I have compassion every where I go. I look at everybody I meet and think to myself the same thing over and over, “You never know what somebody is going through, you never know what it is like to walk a mile in their shoes.” So I just send people love.

I can’t help it when it comes to my son that I wish people would have more compassion for him. I don’t want people to pity him, he is an amazing individual, but compassion for the challenges he has. It breaks my heart into a million pieces when I can see that people don’t have compassion for him, when they don’t even realize the faces they are making when they look at him, and how those faces can really hurt. I can always tell when somebody is looking at my child like he is less than, and that really gets me going. I want to go to the top of a mountain and scream to the world.


I can see all these things in him. I see an extremely loving child that can make anybody smile. I see a child that will never forget your face or name after meeting you just once. I see a child that lights up when his family walks in the room. I see a child that has a unique gift with becoming one with music. I see a child that can memorize things I still can’t as an adult. I see a child with the gift of laughter. I see a child that has pure joy running through his veins. I see so many things, why can’t everybody see these things too?

I will never stop fighting for him. I will never stop correcting people when they say hurtful things to him. I will never ever stop standing by his side and telling him to stand tall. I will always let my son know that he has a place in this world.

I wish that all people realized how in reality we are all just one people. That we are all a shared humanity. My life has opened up tremendously since I came to that realization myself. I have opened my heart up and I have been overflowing with joy and abundance of love. It is a sad and lonely place when we can share our experiences with one another. It is a cold and dark place where we sit in judgement of our fellow-man. I prefer to sit in the light of allowing myself to feel joy for others and pain for others.

3 words for today


I will teach both of my children the same lessons I live by. If you want love, then you must be love. If you want joy, then you must give joy. If you want COMPASSION in your life, then you must have compassion. You must BE all the things you desire to have in your life. It’s that simple and that real.

I know this may seem like the rant of a pissed off mom, and you may be right. When I gave birth to my son I had no idea how my life would change, how much he would change me. I am so blessed that he chose me to be his mother, that he chose me. That is a very powerful statement, and true.


That is a big responsibility and I intend to live up to his expectations. I will help hold him up to the light until he can see his light shining on his own. He is a force in this world and I am here to clear a path for him. I will walk with him to the end, no matter what it takes.

This was a post one of my PWS moms posted on her page. It is brilliant and I have been wanting to share with the world. Thank you Janis!

In Our world, Nobody should have anything negative to say about a person with special needs. If you only knew what they have gone through to get to where they are. The years of different therapies, special diets, multiple doctors appointments and special equipment. Every milestone is a miracle. Don’t look down your nose at tehm, admire them for their perseverance and their ability to still smile after all they have been through.
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