During the past month, I have been hosting anonline eventto launch my new book The Art of Self-Compassion. This is a poetic inquiry that I shared in the event discussion. You can use this poem to inquire into what is present for you and it can help to bring more space and acceptance to what you are experiencing.
Bringing our attention to whatever is arising (mindfulness) is the first step in the practice of self-compassion. Once we notice what it is we are feeling we can then move towards it with care and kindness.
Where am I longing, aching to express and to burn with the deepest desires of my heart?
Where am I still and listening … waiting patiently for the tendril of revelation to unfurl?
Where am I rushing, wanting to see result, pushing and peering past the moment for what is to come next?
Where am I at ease in the uncertainty, where am I leaning into the moment with curiosity whispering at my shoulder, where am accepting what is?
Where am I gnarled and savage? Where am I filled with rage at life, with myself, with the state of the world?
Where am I ferociously screaming, it should not be this way?
Where am I numb and unconcerned, overcooked and spaced out?
Where am I sick of feeling, exhausted and overcome, where have I checked out?
Where am I moaning with appreciation, where am I tasting ecstasy and abandon?
Where am I delighting in the simple acts, where am I feeling delicious?
Where am I fighting, standing up, speaking my truth?
Where am I weak, sitting in the darkness of my own cave, laying low, gathering energy?
Where am I bursting?
Where am I bubbling with inspiration, energy and enthusiasm?
Where am I hustling for my worthiness, grasping and pulling at something – something, anything to fill this hole inside me?
Where I am sated and content?
Where is my cup overflowing?
Where am I playing like a child, drinking in night skies?
Where am I dancing in the fields?
Where am I lost? Where am I grieving?
Where is my spirit pointing, revealing and guiding me?
Where am I wounded, and scratching the itch? Where am I festering ?
Where am I acting from an old habitual way of being?