I have been trying to figure out how, in the midst of my rages and furies, to find compassion, holding it all in the bowl of the heart. That is my primary practice.
But now, I think that the work moves forward to a discipline more grammatical–in which order shall I place my adjectives and my nouns, my adverbs, my verbs? It makes a difference, see:
Shall I be a keeper of a grave grace? Or shall I practice grace within my gravity? Shall I continue to seek for compassion in my rage and my anger? Or shall I actively practice fierce compassion?
How will that look when I walk into a story in which I see harm being done? Sharing compassion fiercely rather than sharing anger compassionately? Being gravely graceful rather than being gracefully grave? The order matters, and it will happen differently in different situations, I think.
My story keeps beginning again.
(Thanks to The Story for the “Grace in Gravity” reference and to my friend Lisa Walker LeFevre for opening my heart to the phrase “fierce compassion.)
1. Fierce compassion.
2. Butterflies everywhere. They belongs on the list again and again and again.
3. Milo Zen Puppy. I haven’t written a gratitude list since I met him a couple days ago, and he is likely the cutest person to ever walk on four legs. Really. This is not hyperbole.
4. Radiance. I mean the shop this time–it was such a pleasure to be there again, in the scents and the colors and all of it. Seeing Sarah again. Touching all the stones. Coming home smelling like Radiance.
5. Radiance. Yours, this time. Yours and yours and yours. You shine. You help me want to keep growing and being a better person. You push me toward Love.
May we walk in Love.