Why compassion should be our priority

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The natural compassion of a child

The link above will (hopefully!) take you to a video of a small Nepalise boy and his reaction to the imminent sacrifice of his goat … don’t worry .. it doesn’t happen … and his actions make the adults reconsider their habits.

Compassion is something that cannot be taught.  People either are, or not…  anyone can make a decision to “donate” to a charity .. but how many actually care.

Before the referendum in Scotland there was a huge demonstration of bags of food being left for foodbanks .. how many of these people, probably much better off than me, have ever donated again?    My bet is not a lot.

I have also witnessed people treat animals badly .. not because they are cruel people but because they lack compassion… I once witnessed someone I knew hit her dog because it pooped on the pavement and SHE didn’t have any bags.   I have witnessed someone fling stones at a Highland Cow to get it to turn round just so she could take a photo…. not major cruelty by any means .. but those actions, in those seconds, spoke volumes.

Compassion, or lack of, can only be found in our actions… and it extends much further than just being something temporary to make a point, or to be something we are noticed for.

It should be a natural way of thinking – with compassion comes understanding, with understanding comes acceptance, with acceptance comes peace, with peace comes love.

Compassion should be our priority. Always.

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Just be …

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I have been doing a lot of soul searching lately … well, perhaps not soul searching … more “relationship thinking” …

A couple of months ago one of my best friends nagged me to join some dating sites … until I gave in and did…. I have “met” some lovely people on there .. all of whom have the great possibility of being long term friends .. and I hope each and everyone of them becomes that.

As for romance .. nope .. and I know the reason is me … I am simply fed up and a bit “scunnered” (as we say in Scotland!) of relationships that never turn out to be what you hope they would be.

I have heard ALL the stories … I have listened to all the words .. and I have seen actions that never back them up…  I have been lied to, lied about … and put up with being used as a temporary measure for the benefit of someone else.  On the other hand .. some relationships have just fizzled out .. usually after a lot of years, some have never really begun before I (or they) realised that friendship was the way forward … some have just been something I should never have become involved in, because I knew that it had no legs to go long term .. my fault .. not theirs.

BUT .. saying that .. in a way I’m glad of all the experiences I have had … because of it all I have learned many lessons .. I know that no-one can bring me happiness .. that is something I have to find in myself, I know that words can be false, it is the actions of someone that tell the truth, and I know that not everyone is capable of listening to the little things … therefore have no hope in hell of listening to the things that really worry me.  A relationship, to me, isn’t built on hugs and kisses .. it is built on truth and respect and the ability to listen and speak about emotions and the stupid stuff in equal measures.

My life is very different to what it was .. I have a career that I truly love .. I have a home where I truly find my peace of mind and heart .. and I know that if I never end up in a relationship again, then it is no big deal .. I am happy, I am content .. and I have a wonderful family and family of friends …

I am very lucky .. and I know it ..  I have some wonderful memories of women past … but none of them were ever destined to be on the same path as me .. I have no idea where my path will go .. perhaps I am destined to stay as I am .. perhaps it will lead me into the arms of someone … who knows ..  I intend to “just be” …

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesnt interest me
what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see
Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

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