Wednesday, 20 March 2013
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
THE LOVE OF A MOTHER
My first teacher of compassion was my mother. she was illiterate, a simple farmer's wife, but I can think of no better example of a person profoundly imbued with the spirit of compassion. Everyone who met her was touched by her gentleness and warmheartedness. This was in contrast with my father, who was quite hot-tempered, even smacked us children occasionally. As my mother's son, I was fortunate enough to receive a special close of her affection, and I am sure this has helped me to be more compassionate myself. As a young child, though, I may have abused her kindness from time to time. when sh used to carry me on her shoulders, I would take hold of her ears with my hands. When I wanted her to go right I would tug on her right ear. And when I wanted to go left, I would pull on her left ear. If ever she went wrong way, I would make a great fuss.
Of course she was pretending not to understand my signals, and she tolerated my noisy outbursts without getting cross.In fact I cannot remember my mother ever losing her tamper with anyone she met.
Doubtless this love of a mother for her child is largely biological. The maternal instinct is very strong
, and helps a mother overlook her own physical discomfort and exhaustion when caring for her child. This self-sacrifice has nothing to do with her level of education, her understanding of ethics, or anything else, but is quite natural.
by: His Holiness The 14 Dalai Lama
My first teacher of compassion was my mother. she was illiterate, a simple farmer's wife, but I can think of no better example of a person profoundly imbued with the spirit of compassion. Everyone who met her was touched by her gentleness and warmheartedness. This was in contrast with my father, who was quite hot-tempered, even smacked us children occasionally. As my mother's son, I was fortunate enough to receive a special close of her affection, and I am sure this has helped me to be more compassionate myself. As a young child, though, I may have abused her kindness from time to time. when sh used to carry me on her shoulders, I would take hold of her ears with my hands. When I wanted her to go right I would tug on her right ear. And when I wanted to go left, I would pull on her left ear. If ever she went wrong way, I would make a great fuss.
Of course she was pretending not to understand my signals, and she tolerated my noisy outbursts without getting cross.In fact I cannot remember my mother ever losing her tamper with anyone she met.
Doubtless this love of a mother for her child is largely biological. The maternal instinct is very strong
, and helps a mother overlook her own physical discomfort and exhaustion when caring for her child. This self-sacrifice has nothing to do with her level of education, her understanding of ethics, or anything else, but is quite natural.
by: His Holiness The 14 Dalai Lama
IF
there is a solution,
Then
what need is there for dejection?
If
there is no solution,
Then
what point is there in dejection?
-means If
a problem has a solution, then it should not be a cause for excessive worry.
Rather than feeling overwhelmed, we should simply work with determination to
reach the solution. If after careful consideration we conclude that there is no
solution to be found, we gain nothing by worrying. Instead, the sooner we
accept that the problem cannot be rectified, the easier it will be to carry on
with our lives. Either way there is no point in excessive worrying! Not only
does it do us no good, but it can severely harm us by making us weaker, or
worse, it can lead to depression.
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