Two Lives, One Mirror: Individuation Through the Art of Relating
PRESS PLAY FOR A SENSE CONTEMPLATION
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IS THIS -- self, Self, me, Me,
you, You, us, Us, together, Together? 🐝🤎😉
This is individuation as a fluid mirror. The art of relating. Not a hall of distorted reflections, but a living surface where your life and mine fold into each other and alchemize. Where bee‑eros moves between us, that gentle, pollinating current of love that wakes up forgotten parts of the psyche. Asking for nothing. Benevolently honoring everything. As is. YOU. The WHOLE of it. This is the sacred ordinary ground of two lives meeting, mirroring, and quietly becoming their expressed and integrated totality.
We do not individuate in isolation; we ripen in the friction and tenderness of the “we.” Forgiveness, as a resonance, reminds us that our practice of protection and walling the heart off is an expression of fear that is to be invited to have a seat at the table of our wholeness. It belongs. It plays a role. The art of compassionate action is not about silencing fear, but about letting it be heard while choosing to speak and move from the voice of love, not the voice of fear.
Sometimes something is truly on fire. A blanket can flare up fast, and it takes more than one plunge into the river before the flames go out. In the same way, certain voices of fear need more than one immersion in awareness and love before they soften and re‑weave themselves into the fabric of who we’re becoming. This isn’t failure. It’s part of the way our courage and clarity grow.
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A LOVING‑KINDNESS PRACTICE
Repeat slowly, like beautiful, cleansing drops of water.
To yourself first:
May I be safe.
May I be tender with my own humanity.
May I remember I am doing the best I can with what I’ve lived.
Then toward the “other” or the experience:
Just like me, you are human.
Just like me, you know fear and longing.
Just like me, you have moments you’re not proud of.
Just like me, you want to be loved and to belong.
And then widen the circle:
May you be free of suffering.
May I be free of suffering.
May we become, in our own imperfect ways, a blessing and an easing of suffering for all.