Compassion as a Guiding Light
Calling on Compassion
a beacon of light in the dark
I have been meditating and ruminating a lot on compassion. Solstice and the return of light, the holidays and being with family, diving into birthing
The Wild Calling course together all keeps bringing me back to c o m p a s s i o n
and what it means to embody it.
Winter is the time of year when we are without light and are asked to turn inwards. The plants have died back. The deciduous trees have lost their leaves, standing bare boned with wind rattling through their branches, the top layer of soil is frozen with the life underneath it forced to move down deeper and deeper. Just like the plants many parts of us die back in preparation for a new year. Many of us feel the darkness in our bodies and bones and many of us feel that instinctual urge to hibernate and burry into the depths of our souls. We need a tether for this work of going inward. We need something to help us feel safe as we go into the dark. We need a thread of connection reminding us of our home in between worlds, straddling the light and dark. We need a torch, a beacon to carry with us on this journey. For me this beacon has become compassion.
Compassion is the light within ourselves.
I do not say this as a way of erasing the importance and beauty of the dark.
Trust me, I have done far too much grieving to believe in only the light. I been thrust down into the under belly of my womb again and to stand in front of my shadow. I have raged and cried out at the world with anger that is not just mine, but all women’s. I do not live in the space of light, love and peace all the time.
I do not think that light should be a reductive view of darkness.
I work with the womb, the feminine, the waters, the mystery; we do so much of our work as women, mystics, healers, witches, teachers, mothers, lovers, at night, under the shadow of the moon.
Instead of fearing or erasing the dark, compassion allows us to bring light into the dark. Compassion is the act of us carry a torch and merging the world of sun and moon, night and day, masculine and feminine, shadow and light.
Compassion is the catalyst is for us experiencing “love, light, happiness, and joy” as it is a balm of peace, allowing us to acknowledge and accept our pain, grief, sadness, and shadow.
Compassion is like the ancient act of urtication,
each place where the needle pierces us lets the light in.
Each time we think our hearts are breaking, they are breaking open to more love.
Compassion is the embodied act of carrying the love in.
I’m learning more and more that compassion is a moment by moment choice.
It is a skill to be honed, a healing balm, a medicine to call on again and again. Compassion allows us to stand in front of all parts of ourselves and love them, simply because we can. And when we take this radical stance of love and acceptance, compassion becomes the guiding force, beacon of light, torch we can always carry with us as we walk the medicine path,
spiraling further and onward into the mystery of what is next.
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