Does taking time to understand how someone else is feeling have to be a time-consuming endeavor? I believe the answer is “no”, but connecting with another person, especially in any depth, requires me to overlook myself. It seems to come naturally for us to think about ourselves first, but really, how much does it take to look beyond? Not much, just a single thought, remembering to ask about someone else and be invested in their response. I hate to admit it, but I often fall short, not intentionally, or because of time constraints but rather a lack of effort. Just recently, I consciously took the time to genuinely ask how someone was doing. The encounter left me more self-aware and more connected to my humanity. Really that’s what empathy is about; connectedness. Continue reading “Am I Falling Short of Empathy?”
Even as a small child I could recognize it – impending rain. The clean simple smell that contains the promise of renewal. The feeling of being grounded in all that is good. Each drop holding the ability to pound out the impurities of both earth and spirit, if just for a short while. I look forward to the rain. Memories of sitting and listening to the pitter-patters fuel my need to just breathe it in, relishing the calm and quiet of the sound.
The little word, reveal, is hard for me to embrace. I’m a rather quiet person and find it hard to share what’s on my mind. Nonetheless, I sit here at my kitchen table, using the power of the written word, to reveal a little about myself and the beginnings of Tumbling Jumbles.
I find it easiest to write out my emotions and ideas rather than talk. The ability to see the words somehow make them more tangible to me. When I get the urge to write a few paragraphs the words seem to fly onto the page. Once they make it to the paper, I’m still protective of them, as if somehow revealing them will open me up and rip out the deepest parts of me. Rarely, if ever, have I shared these, so this blog of Tumbling Jumbled thoughts is an exercise in vulnerability. It’s time for me to begin sharing. Continue reading “The Journey Begins”