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The Art of Compassion & Nonviolence

I went to a Creative Writing class yesterday afternoon, and really enjoyed meeting the people there. We were able to share our writing with the other class members, and I thought that was a great experience, especially being able to hear other people’s voices reading what they wrote. I wrote about wolves, Buddhism, and the gratitude that I feel for my own life. The class was very refreshing!

I read an article last night about Gandhi and his practice of nonviolence. The first prime minister of independent India, Prime Minister Nehru was Gandhi’s direct disciple. He said that the essence of Gandhi’s teachings was fearlessness. The Mahatma taught that “the strong are never vindictive,” and that dialogue can only be engaged in by the brave. The article also described an experience Gandhi had in 1948. A Hindu youth threw a handmade bomb at Gandhi. Fortunately, the bomb missed its target. Surprisingly, Gandhi was not angry with the young man, but rather he felt pity and compassion. Gandhi believed that hatred had been implanted in the youth’s heart, and that just as fire is extinguished by water, hatred can only be defeated by love and compassion.

Sometimes, although they don’t exist, I feel hatred and anger toward my voices. I wish they would leave me alone. It’s difficult to have compassion for invisible people. I heard a few comments this morning while I was exercising. Mostly statements that I have heard before (not this time, we’re trying to resolve it, you started it, etc…). After awhile they become repetitive. I feel like I’m fighting not only my own negativity, but my voices’ negativity as well. Maybe they are just a reflection of my own life. I’ve been chanting for courage, compassion and wisdom. Hopefully I can bring these qualities out of my life, and use them to improve my life, and my husband’s life as well.

 

 

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