A Tree of Compassion

Spirit asks me what I will do to celebrate
my recovery.

I haven’t fully recovered, yet.

Do you expect to?

More or less.

Then, it is time to plan to celebrate.

How will I celebrate.

You could give thanks to the Universe.

I do, now.

How do you express your thanks?

In action?

How else would it be possible?

What would you suggest?

You could plant a tree.

Where?. My small garden is crowded, now.

Is your heart also crowded?

What kind of tree could I plant in my heart?

A tree of Compassion.

Compassion for whom?

And what?

How can I feel compassion for …

Go on.

For Life?

Is that not possible?

It would include myself.

And?

To feel compassion for myself would require
separating myself from myself.

Can you do it?

Separating the actor from the role she plays?

Yes. Separating essence from form.

It wouldn’t be easy, for me.

I didn’t promise easy.

A long-term project

Spirit asks me to make a promise to be.

To be what?

The best that we can be.

The best what^

What are we?

I don’t know.

We are seekers of ever-greater light.

I think I am, now. But what to do with the light I find when I know there must be even more?

Share what you have found while still reaching for more.

This could become a long-term project.

It is. It lasts forever, but, so do we, in one form or another, or in no particular form at all, if in any.