Who are we? We are the compassion writers and givers. We are 1000 bloggers, writers, artists and video-makers from all around the world coming together to speak for compassion on February 20th – to flood the blogosphere with goodness and kindness and caring and kittens. Here is a video message from Yvonne Spence, the creator of 1000 Speak For Compassion:
What’s funny about timing and chemistry and all of the little magic moments that make up your day when you’re a believer of the little magic moments, is that all of the answers come to you. You have to open your eyes wider and look everywhere.
I set out here on my little handy dandy blogging calendar (the Notes app on my iPhone) and I wrote down, “On or around February 20th, 2015 – write about compassion! With compassion!” I set that note for myself, with no real idea of how I was going to fulfill this post. Sometimes compassion can be lacking within me. Often, it’s just frozen over and it’s absolutely boiling underneath my skin. I’d thought that since I’m the Mama and she was the five-year-old, I could tell her why it is that I had children. I could tell her why I’ve always wanted children. And I could tell her about love and light and feeling things for yourself and others so strongly, that it puts a skip in your step and an action to your words. You want to DO something. You want to do everything. And the problem is that you can’t do everything. I’m sad that I let it stop me sometimes. Still.
It’s about what I want to teach her, and it’s about what she’s teaching me. I never know how to word it. Compassion is hard for me to define. I get confused when thinking about compassion and sympathy and empathy, and which ones mean feelings and which ones mean actions and which ones mean both. And I realized it didn’t matter. The words would come. And while I put on my Pandora to soothe myself through writing, as I do, my Wednesday post, I realized that somebody told me what I wanted to hear. “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”. And even though it’s a George Harrison song, I thought I’d stop you in your tracks with Eric Clapton’s version during the Concert For George, after his death. Like.. blow you away. Blow me away.
How to unfold your love”
Those are the words I was looking for. That was the song I was looking for. It’s about unfolding your love. I’ve always wanted to teach my kids to unfold their love. I never realized how much it would actually be the other way around.
Her compassion layer is intact. Mine is like the ozone layer – with giant holes over widespread places. It’s when I’m grumpy and I complain about unpaved roads and she says, “Mama, the people who make this town (cute!) are doing the best they can.” It’s when we go to Dunkin Donuts and she asks to pay for someone behind us. It’s when she asks to make Valentines for soldiers and to check up on sick friends. And it’s when someone’s angry or rude, and she says, “There must be a reason.”
It’s when the pets are antisocial or sick, and I think I can’t bear another minute of caring for them, and she says, “Give them a chance. We love them. They’re ours.” It’s when she unfreezes my heart. It can be so cold. So wrong. And so right.
It’s more than that, of course. It’s not really cemented in. The clay is always still wet. I don’t always find balance. I want to change it ALL, and when I realize I can’t, I get wound and my heart turns hard. I’ll feel things so deeply, that it’s hard to handle sometimes. I know I’m not alone. All along I’ve been trying to teach her how to unfold her love. And really, she’s been the one teaching me. Sometimes there’s such a lack of compassion within our own house. All houses. Spouses who won’t or can’t or don’t try to understand each other. Mothers who dismiss their pets, thinking they are unwilling to unfold their love, when really, they are just scared and not even a year old. And you know.. cats. Cats can be tough on hearts.
Still Scarlet flourishes. There’s enough love. Des too, but this is about Scarlet because she’s old enough to express herself so eloquently. So I crowd-sourced my wonderful friends to get wonderful questions about compassion for Scarlet.
1. Scarlet, sweetie, remember that time Mommy bought coffee for the lady in the car behind her? Have you ever done something like that for someone? What was it? How did it make you feel?
I remember when she did it and I always ask her to do it every time we get coffee! Usually there’s no one behind us and my Mama says it’s because she wants coffee late in the day, when no one else needs it as badly by then!
2. Why do you think it’s important to help other people, even strangers?
‘Cause maybe they’re nice, and maybe they’re really poor. And that they are really sad.
3. What can you do to make other people smile and feel happy?
To be nice to them and to give them a hug and kiss! (giggles a lot)
4. How do you feel when you help someone?
I feel happy because I like helping people.
5. What is one act of daily kindness you’d like to practice?
What does that mean? Oh! I could say “I love you”.
6. What do you think makes a person Beautiful?
What’s inside their heart.
7. What act of kindness would you like to do for your mom, your dad, and for Des?
For my Mama, I’d like to snuggle with her forever and ever and ever. For my Dada, I’d like to give him a hug and kiss. For Des, I’d like to play one of his favorite games that we made up.
8. How do your pets make you happy Scarlet, and what do you do for them that makes them happy?
How cute they are and because they aren’t mean. That my cats don’t hiss and my dog doesn’t bite. To make them happy, I can snuggle with them, which means they’re with YOU because they’re always around you.
9. How do you feel when you see someone sad at school? Do you try to make them feel better?
It makes me really sad too. I try to help them by asking them what’s wrong, and they answer.
10. Would you give your favorite toy to a child who had no toys?
Of course because they have no toys!
11. How can you tell if someone is lonely?
If they look sad.
12. What is something nice someone had done for you & how did it make you feel?
Eva (at school) once said that she would maybe give me a pony I really wanted, and it made me really happy.