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A different perspective

A different perspective
When I go into downward facing dog, the floor and the ceiling switch places and I notice new things around me – that were there all along. I am grateful for the tremendous value I find in looking at the world with fresh eyes. An alternate route to work. A magazine that covers a topic I know nothing about. A selection at random through the public library CD collection. The opportunities abound for a richer, fuller, expanded experience of life. Most interesting, of course, is getting to know someone new. I do find it difficult to accomodate an opinion that is poles apart from mine – that gun ownership should not be restricted, say. I am definitely not a debater at heart, and consequently, I am often left seething in frustration when faced with an idea that I judge preposterous, unable to offer an articulate counterpoint until days later. It is a wonder that we are capable of such wildly varied reactions when faced with similar situations. A parent nudges their child to persevere, another warns against shameful failure. What thoroughly different people they are building… In our common humanity, then, we are still very diverse, with our unique quirks and kinks. How about showing someone a fresh perspective by revealing myself authentically, instead of hiding my weaknesses behind a protective veneer of okayness? I want to be brave enough to be vulnerable in front of a friend, risking judgment and rejection but also inviting a deeper understanding, and perhaps a stronger connection through our common, flawed humanity. Besides, sharing my viewpoint is an act of leadership, giving someone the chance to see that being themselves is safe – that genuine love and support are not based on a requirement of perfection.

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Catherine

Bonjour ! Moi, c'est Catherine.

Merci de votre visite.

J’écris sur le thème de la gratitude depuis 2010. Vous trouverez ici un échantilllon de ces réflexions – en anglais, car c’est dans cette langue que ce projet a pris forme, à sa naissance, dans la belle ville de San Francisco.

J’aimerais beaucoup savoir de quoi vous êtes reconnaissant dans votre vie. Dites-le moi !

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