I did a integrated family systems model exercise this morning for 10 minutes. It took me most of the 10 minutes to get quite. I've had for several years an extremely difficult time every time I see a homeless person. I'm over-whelmed with pity and empathy, but healthy compassion does not seem to emerge very comfortably. So this mental exploration trip into the person-hood of that part of me that feels compassion, the want to help, was most fascinating. My goal was simply to be present with that part of me. No criticism. A loving acceptance and a willingness to get to know this part of me. I'm scared of it in many ways. I often experience feelings of helplessness, over-identification, empathy that goes down the wrong the roads of seeing myself in that person's shoes, which has a small measure of value, but there comes a point that I re-coil, and begin criticizing, I flee the part that gets to identifying the emotional implications of a destitute life. Destitute ...
A place where thought seeps out . . . sometimes out of the most unexpected places