Compassion, as you describe it, is empathy. The key is in what you wrote, "...for a moment, the distance...disappears." A moment of as if the other, and then we have to regain our own identity, our own boundary. It's powerful.
It can be if, as your essay implies, you prolong the transient identification with another or forget that what you're feeling belongs to the other (not to you).
loved reading this <3 i had a family of starlings in my house once - luckily they fell into a chimney not in use and it had a little door they could come out of.
the line, "If something is frightened or lost, and I have seen it, then I am responsible." really resonated with me, i feel this deeply. it is a feeling that becomes near impossible to ignore
Perhaps it is a gift of healing in you as well. Which works great except in interpersonal relationships. Yet gives you ability to see it clearly in strangers.
Yes, I am glad m, but you're right you often take responsibility for things that were never yours in relationships. Thank you for reading so carefully 💙
They are such loud, characteful birds aren't they? Yes it's so hard to ignore, even when sometimes, with people it makes you cross your own boundaries too easily. Thank you for reading. 💙
Sylvie turns a childhood rescue into a lifelong moral equation, then allows the woods to revise it. The attic, smashed airbrick, returning starling, later animals, and fledgling left in leaf litter create a complete movement from intervention toward release. The essay’s authority comes from examining the exhaustion, persistence, and fear of abandonment hidden inside an identity built around saving.
"Not everything
can be saved.
But everything
belongs."
What she was
really rescuing
was never
only the bird.
It was the girl
who heard crying
no one else
could hear.
— AËLA
Thank you, time to focus on that girl a little more now. 💙
A story with a lot of heart ❤️
Thank you 💙
Compassion, as you describe it, is empathy. The key is in what you wrote, "...for a moment, the distance...disappears." A moment of as if the other, and then we have to regain our own identity, our own boundary. It's powerful.
Of course, you're right! Thank you. Empathy is a wonderful gift, but I wonder if mine has sometimes been a double edged sword... 💙
It can be if, as your essay implies, you prolong the transient identification with another or forget that what you're feeling belongs to the other (not to you).
You're right. It took me a long time to realise that distinction, and I'm still learning it. 🌱
loved reading this <3 i had a family of starlings in my house once - luckily they fell into a chimney not in use and it had a little door they could come out of.
the line, "If something is frightened or lost, and I have seen it, then I am responsible." really resonated with me, i feel this deeply. it is a feeling that becomes near impossible to ignore
Perhaps it is a gift of healing in you as well. Which works great except in interpersonal relationships. Yet gives you ability to see it clearly in strangers.
Yes, I am glad m, but you're right you often take responsibility for things that were never yours in relationships. Thank you for reading so carefully 💙
Perhaps, indeed. What a captivating, beautiful story today, Sylvie. Thank you. 💙
Thank you Steve! Hope you're having a great day. 💙
Seeing your email 1st thing in my morning is always a great start to a great day! 💙
Thank you, that's lovely!
This was beautifully written, I like reading pieces like this, I enjoy writing in a similar way 🌹
Thank you so much! Actually I have a question about your Tarot post from yesterday, so I will see you in the comments after the school run 😊
Look forward to it 🌹
Not many writer make me feel like I am there with them, but you write in that way. Great message as well, thank you.
This means so much to me, I've been there in your writing too, in all the golden places and the scary ones. 💙
This is beautiful. And full of such deep humility and wisdom. Thank you, @Sylviemuir. ❤️
Such kind words, thank you for being here and following along. 💙
They are such loud, characteful birds aren't they? Yes it's so hard to ignore, even when sometimes, with people it makes you cross your own boundaries too easily. Thank you for reading. 💙
Sylvie turns a childhood rescue into a lifelong moral equation, then allows the woods to revise it. The attic, smashed airbrick, returning starling, later animals, and fledgling left in leaf litter create a complete movement from intervention toward release. The essay’s authority comes from examining the exhaustion, persistence, and fear of abandonment hidden inside an identity built around saving.