I’m here preparing my workshop
on self-compassion.
It’s late, nearly 12:30 am.
I can hear the inner critic say,
There you go again,
leaving everything to the last minute.
When will you learn?
When will you grow up?
It shakes its head and clucks about…
meanwhile I take a deep breath
and give myself compassion…
Compassion for the girl
who works so hard to please others,
Compassion for the teacher
who wants so much to help others,
Compassion for the artist
who wants to express her creativity,
Compassion for the tired mama
who does so much for so many
every day…
Now the compassionate one says,
Go to bed darling,
you need rest.
And I’m glad I have this practice,
glad that I can hear that voice,
the voice of compassion.
Sep16
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Sometimes the best preparing is just finding that voice… It flows and others pick up on it it seems more than other kinds of being prepared. But we do that too because we care to share all we can.
Sending loving thoughts xxxxx
Thank you dear Laurie, again, for your kind insight. ❤
I was thinking how I would like to go to a workshop with someone who could hear that voice. 💙
So sweet Laurie. ❤ And I'd like to have an attendee who cares about such voices! ❤
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I thought you might get a little laugh to know I still sometimes hear that other critical voice…like my voice says.. “Did that come out right? You better hash that in your head and circle it around a bit.” 🙂 It pops in sometimes to catch me. 🙂
🙂 Ah yes. I recently discovered that our brains didn’t evolve to be happy–we’re actually hardwired to pick up information in our environments about anything that might be a potential threat to our survival. Our inner critic is part of that survival mechanism. If we can be mindful that its function is to keep us safe, then let it know that we hear it and appreciate its concern for us, we might reassure it enough to let it be a little calmer and more relaxed. It’s a real head game!!! 😀
Awe… maybe that’s why we have hearts too 🌷💙🌼
Precisely my dear!!!!<3 ❤ ❤
Awe 💟