There is only one of us, and when we practice that awareness, we can have compassion with others.  But those of us brought up in households where the “no talk, no feel” rule is rigidly–if not unconsciously–upheld, we learned the fine art of mind reading.

Walking into the house, I remember sniffing the air and realizing how angry my mom was.  I didn’t see anyone except the dog sneaking out as I was quietly entering.  It was confirmed, I was off to my friends house for dinner.  Feelings were not expressed or discussed.  In fact in most cases, it was a dangerous idea that could bring about screaming and yelling: “That’s NOT what you feel!!”  Nothing like doubting feelings you can’t even express.

So when we get to this “loving detachment” idea to mind my business instead of someone else’s, it is completely perplexing.  I’ve lived my life as a chameleon, matching what I think you need, reading your mind and preparing myself for the best outcome of what I should be.

Today I practice being in my own body, my own heart, my own feelings and asking the Divine One to surround me with loving detachment to and for myself.  As the Tree outside mywindow is caressed by the wind, but is not the wind.  The leaves blush and shine with gold, but they drop on their own, I am.