This painting of a young woman breastfeeding an old man in a prison cell was sold for Euros 30 million. The painting may look perverse but the story behind is from historical records.
The poor man was sentenced to “death by starvation” for stealing a loaf of bread during the reign of Louis XIV in France. The woman was his only daughter and the only visitor to his cell. She was allowed to visit him daily but was frisked thoroughly such that no food was taken in.
When after 4 months the man still survived with no weight loss, the authorities were perplexed and started spying on her in the cell and to their utter astonishment found her to breastfeed her father to the fullest sharing her baby’s milk. The judges then realizing the compassion and love of the woman for her father, pardoned the father and set him free.
This piece of history brings into focus how deep is a woman’s compassion in our daily lives that men often tend to overlook.
During my first customer service position, I noted that the manager would smile at people while they were in front of her, but as soon as she was finished ringing them up and taking their money, she would turn from them and the smile would fade and she’d walk away.
I thought, “How rude!”
And how obvious the smile is fake.
I made it a point to smile, looking at them in the eyes. I practiced holding my smile, but not in a fraudulent way, in a welcoming way. I would never turn from them … not until their experience with me was over, and the client always decided when that time would be.
People notice it when you smile genuinely.
They feel it when it is real.
It is a beautiful experience to connect, to send loving energies, to brighten someone’s day, to show them they are seen, and appreciated, even if the purchase is only a quarter for a self-service copy, and you have to do the work for them.
Seeing each other in the many other ways we encounter each other is exquisite.
I went for kombucha yesterday. The lady who helped me not only poured a beautiful pour, but she took time to chat with me … I was the only one there.
We talked about a topic that interests us both very much.
At the end of our conversation, she asked me if I would like a hug. I said, “Yes!” It really meant a lot to connect with her, a Divine Sister, in such a way.
I Love my sisters.
They are so beautiful.
I feel that after this separation we are enduring, people will be more inclined to really see each other, to really listen and cherish the connections, even if only brief.
As we are limited in the physical contacts we are able to make, I find my relationships actually expanding, despite the attempt to enforce a solitary life.
Thank you … to the species who present themselves to me in the astral.
I love you.
The color of Love is Green … one of GAIAs main colors.
It is the tender shoots of life unfolding in the freshness of Spring. It is the many variances of hues. It is the gentleness of breezes in fields of tall grasses. It is the many ways in which it presents itself.
Compassion, Care, Empathy, Acceptance, Cooperation and an effort to ensure all have enough, that none go without.
It is in “boy, girl, boy, girl” and the “androgynous” too.
It is easy for me to love you because love is not SEX …. it is Care, and a Compassionate regard for life beyond ones own.
She asked him, ‘How much are you selling the eggs for?’ The old seller replied, ‘$.25 an egg, Madam.’ She said to him, ‘I will take 6 eggs for $1.25 or I will leave.’ The old seller replied, ‘Come take them at the price you want. Maybe, this is a good beginning because I have not been able to sell even a single egg today.’
She took the eggs and walked away feeling she has won. She got into her fancy car and went to a posh restaurant with her friend. There, she and her friend, ordered whatever they liked. They ate a little and left a lot of what they ordered. Then she went to pay the bill. The bill costed her $45.00 She gave $50.00 and asked the owner of the restaurant to keep the change.
This incident might have seemed quite normal to the owner but, very painful to the poor egg seller.
The point is, Why do we always show we have the power when we buy from the needy ones? And why do we get generous to those who do not even need our generosity?
I once read somewhere:
‘My father used to buy simple goods from poor people at high prices, even though he did not need them. Sometimes he even used to pay extra for them. I got concerned by this act and asked him why does he do so? Then my father replied, “It is a charity wrapped with dignity, my child”
The things a mother gives up would leave most people empty – but as mothers we hold ourselves high. We do our jobs, and we do it good! It’s never ending hours and requirements most would rather pass on.
– No sick days – No calling in – No personal days – No vacations – No privacy – No alone time – No personal space – No quitting – No sleep – No putting yourself first – No stopping
Yeah, it’s a lot of no’s…
Why do you do it then, you ask?
Because. – Because, you are their mother. You gave birth to the most precious beings in your life. Because you have loved them before you knew them. Because you would give your life for them. Because the smiles and unconditional love you receive is more then any sacrifice you have ever made.
Sure, it’s hard. Yeah, it has its days when you want to give up. When you want to cry your eyes out and run away. But you made a promise to care and love for these little beings. And damn it, that’s something you take very seriously!
You are a mother, and no matter the struggles and self doubt… You have one hell of a job, and you do it well!
I am so very tired of this traveling shame show. I can’t take it any longer. It’s ridiculous.
So many of us wandering around not happy with who we are, not comfortable in our own skin, swearing we will finally celebrate our lives when we finally do that one next thing.
When does it end?
It ends when we end it. It ends when we clear the emotional debris and try a self-celebratory way of being on for size. Not when someone’s love for us hands us back our self-worth, but when we decide to on our own terms.
Many of us go through our whole lives not loving ourselves for one minute. This has to stop. Lets stop it. Lets practice self-love. A little more every day.
Balance between being Love and being asshole … I may have finally arrived.
What is balance exactly?
I was reminded of a single portion of it, pertaining to my writing.
If I write 10 things about light and dark, I ought to balance it by writing 10 things about self.
Self is worthy of its own attention just as much as any other is worthy of our attention.
The focus is often too much on what is outside of self … indeed, this seems to be the norm. Many are unwilling to dwell on self. I do not mean being selfish, want want want. I mean focus on the inside, what makes us tick, what does our inner child have to say, what care may we be neglecting for self?
The thoughts … are they always upon another, or others, or some thing?
Attention is the most valuable currency any form of life possesses, and ALl life has it. ALL life spends it. We give it away, here and there, yet how often does one actually sit with self and ponder what brings happiness, love and peace … to ones own life and mind?
There is plenty of chaos in this world, and most people are focused there, completely avoiding, or missing self-care.
I know, for I am one, and I see it everywhere I place my attention.
My current self-imposed task is to reign in my attention once more. To find balance, the balance that has gone catawonky.
It is give and receive.
We may be of service to others, and must balance it with service to self. Physical actions, mental efforts … not only do we give, but we are responsible for the receive … not any other person. WE give to others, WE must give to self.
If someone is demanding you give and give, and does not reciprocate, yet demands also that you never take time for self … these must be released … it is a form of vampirism.
Remembering to give to self, to care for and love self, seems to have become a lost art.
Mastering balance … it’s a challenge which requires continual conscious effort.
If the mind wanders there, pull it back to here for a time.
If it is focused on everything that is wrong, then it must also focus on everything that is right. Equal portions, in the same day.
Old habits are difficult to release.
Creating the new replacement patterns, ones that are of deeper benefit to health in body and mind more of a challenge.
Check in with body and mind and see what they say.