This year, I’ve set a word tone of gentleness, to learn and practice it. I’m noticing how it is coming into play. I create curiosity and exploration in this gentleness so I cultivate and nurture it.
In each moment, to the best of my awareness, I’m noticing that when a thought comes in, I dialogue with it. I ask it if it wants to discuss the topic or if it wants to join with me as I’m doing an activity such as washing the dishes. It’s similar when having outward conversations, the topic changes and we engage, listen or possibly switch the the topic. It’s a flowing conversation allowing the expressiveness to come forward.
For those of us who have chosen a “spiritual” path, we can get caught up in the philosophy that you must watch your thoughts because thoughts are the things that manifest your reality. I used to believe this. Now, I don’t.
For many years, I had chosen to ignore my thoughts, push them away as if they didn’t belong because I was on a mission to create the reality I wanted. I have been trying to separate and segregate them. I have categorized them in neat little compartments, from higher to lower. “You belong and you don’t, you go way over there and you get to stay.”
I didn’t realize that this pushing away was counter intuitive to my self talk, my self care. I care about myself. My thoughts are part of me, not to ignore and crush, but to acknowledge and understand their existence. I don’t have to treat them as bad components of me. We are in service to each other, a modeling of a two-way street philosophy, which is my philosophy and not under a spiritual umbrella.
In my gentleness campaign, I am “gentle on my mind” as Glen Campbell would sing. I treat my thoughts as I would a child, gently asking what she needs and how I can support her.
It’s a more whole-isitic approach, to drop in, check in, with my thoughts. This gentleness campaign is serving me, serving my thoughts, serving others, serving the whole.