When did I last brag about how beautiful my home is? Not Hamburg, this time, but my original home, Itzehoe, and above all: The lake where I grew up.
Coming back here always a trip to my soul.
Me right here is so different from the person I used to be. I've always loved to run, but I changed my mindset. I'm getting ready to start training for another race. The longest race I've run yet. It's not daunting because I know I'm capable and stronger of far more than I realize. It's about balancing all of my commitments and getting the miles in. It's not about speed, it's about life. Also this @lululemon @soulcycle sports bra is awesome. #journey#journeybeginstoday#postworkout#strength#findyourself#reflection#iatecookieslastnight
COMPASSION. April 20th 2019.
To me, there are two seemingly paradoxical sides to compassion. One is pain, or sadness for the suffering or loss of other beings/the destruction of Earth. The other, is a deep love and joy for these living entities. That the degree to which my compassion brings a sense of pain/sadness, is the same degree that I get to experience love/joy. I am learning how to hold both. Gently. Not to resist any emotion that arises through this space of compassion. Knowing that together, these aspects form the wholeness of my experience. In our culture, we are often taught to be ashamed or embarrassed of the vulnerability, or perceived ‘weakness’ that emerges through expressing compassion. We are expected to portray a state of happiness at all times. Yet, I think true, or sustainable joy comes from embracing the sadness or pain that is half of what compassion seems to offer. I have been learning that the more I embrace, rather than resist the pain/sadness that comes up through my compassion. The greater, and more grounded my sense of love/joy becomes - which is generated from the exact same place.🌿