无法用爱来拥抱的一切会囚禁我们。“从我不够好到爱意的觉知临在，那才是真正的家园。”“这就是你生活的地方，有踢打、尖叫、愤怒、仇恨和自我厌恶的地方。你不得不感受这些，也记得这些——这是仁慈的王国，是宽恕和怜悯的领地。只要你能记住并感受到正在发生什么，你会发现你从未知晓的自我悲悯”……脆弱的深处孕育着力量，我们带着丧失穿过难以言述的空洞，一种深沉的呼喊——以它锯齿的边缘切开心脏，当我们打开那里，里面是不可摧毁的完整……感谢Tara老师，感谢我的脆弱！

When there's any degree of something's not right with who I am.It's very,very difficult to trust a connection with other people. It's hard to take risks. It's hard to feel creative. It's hard to relax and enjoy the moments.

<Radical Acceptance>彻底的接受

The alchemy of self-compassion is to touch the place of vulnerability.自我慈悲的魔力是去触摸脆弱的地方to really feel what I sometimes consider the ouch, the place that's hurting inside us.去真切地感受内心里伤害到我们的地方

Call me by my true name<请呼唤我的真名>Thinch Nhat Hahn

• Don't say that I will depart tomorrow—
• even today I am still arriving.

• Look deeply: every second I am arriving
• to be a bud on a Spring branch,
• to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
• learning to sing in my new nest,
• to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
• to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

Thich Nhat Hanh

• I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
• to fear and to hope.
• The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
• of all that is alive.

• I am a mayfly metamorphosing
• on the surface of the river.
• And I am the bird
• that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

• I am a frog swimming happily
• in the clear water of a pond.
• And I am the grass-snake
• that silently feeds itself on the frog.

• I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
• my legs as thin a bamboo sticks.
• And I am the arms merchant,
• selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

• I am the twelve-year-old girl,
• refugee on a small boat,
• who throws herself into the ocean
• after being raped by a sea pirate.
• And I am the pirate,
• my heart not yet capable
• of seeing and loving.

• I am a member of the politburo,
• with plenty of power in my hands.
• And I am the man who has to pay
• his "debt of blood" to, my people,
• dying slowly in a forced labor camp.

• My joy is like Spring, so warm
• it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
• My pain is like a river of tears,
• so vast it fills the four oceans.

• Please call me by my true names,
• so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,
• so I can see that my joy and pain are one.
• Please call me by my true names,
• so I can wake up
• and the door of my heart
• could be left open,
• the door of compassion.

There is a brokeness out of which comes the unbroken, a shatteredness out of which blooms the unshatterable.There is a sorrow beyond all grief which leads to joy and a frgility out of whose depths emerges strength.