Do what makes you feel good

The wondrous world wide web is saturated with articles, YouTube videos and Facebook posts that show us how to live a fit lifestyle. It can be overwhelming to integrate these practices on our own, yet we feel the competitive urgency to also be as fit, toned and glowing as the media illustrates and promises us from these – often extreme – workouts.

clem-onojeghuo-120372-h400Perhaps your colleague goes to bootcamp three times a week, your best friend does Power Yoga, the neighbours go for a daily run, and your employer might even subsidise a gym membership. 
We feel compelled to join the latest fitness hype, because if everyone does it, it must be good for me, too. We tend to forget that our bodies are unique and all wired differently. One person’s capacity to be physically pushed to the max completely differs to another’s. Some people are born to become Athletes, while others simply do not require or tolerate such physical strain. Although a healthy dose of movement is necessary for all of us, the importance is to find an exercise or wellbeing practice that works for you and feels good to you.
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I feel most compassionate when I am working. When I am with my clients I automatically take myself out of the equation. I know that I am only there to see, listen and honour the person sitting in front of me. People could act in the worst behaviour and I would still smile and understand. When I work I am the most clear I have ever been. It seems easy for me to let go and let Source Energy take over for I know I am “not doing” anything. I am merely the vessel for healing energy to flow through. But why can it be so difficult to be compassionate all the time? It would save all of us so much energy if we accepted ourselves and our companions here on Earth just the way they are. We would stop comparing, competing and complaining and would experience unlimited joy.

From my own experience I know that through consistent self-study and meditation over the years my level of compassion has certainly increased, but I still catch myself more often than I would like judging a person or a situation. The funny part is that it doesn’t serve me or anyone else. So why do we do it? To feel superior to others? To live in the illusion that we have ‘figured it out’? What’s there to figure out anyway? Why does my mind even produce hurtful thoughts? Continue reading “Compassion”