My Head is Swimming … no comments
Again … After those last two posts, my head is swimming with tangents to follow, limbs to go out onto. It’s like a spaghetti fest of blog posts in my brain.
That mother and her bagel obsession has become somewhat of a trigger for me. So maybe she did do her job …
Manners. I was raised to have impeccable manners. And I always assumed that everyone else was raised with them too. Open doors for people. Make people a cup of tea when they don’t feel good. Clean up after myself so that others don’t have to live in my crap. Help friends when they need help. Listen to what people are saying. Pay attention. Say Please and Thank You. Don’t talk with my mouth full. All of them. I have them. I don’t always use them. But they are all stashed in my brain. I pull them out when necessary. And the French love me for it.
Merit. I don’t help people so that I can accrue merit points with the karma police. Merit is an odd thing. It’s like doing something only because I will be paid to do it, not because I see that it just needs to be done. I help people because I happen to be there in the moment and I can. It’s just my nature.
Compassion is developed by using Manners and thinking about accruing karmic Merit. True Compassion in a person arrives when doing something for someone else is done just because. There is a need for something to be done. I have the means to do it. So I do. I did not need to pull either the Manners or Merit folder out of my RAM. Merit has a place as a learning tool, but at some point it’s not an issue. True Compassion flows without intention.