Love starts with self-love – food, rest, exercise, self-expression; then it spirals outwards to those you love, then those you know, then those you don’t know, then those you have difficulty with, then to all beings in all worlds.Loving kindness cannot stop at yourself: if it does, it keeps you stuck at the egocentric, narcissistic stage of development. It also cannot be self-effacing, giving to others while denying yourself, because what you give to others is tainted by hidden agendas of the unconscious, seeking approval or advantage or reciprocity, without really being conscious of it.
Love flows following the order of evolution, transcending and including each level: ego-centric (“It’s all about me”) to ethno-centric (“It’s all about our folks”) to world-centric (“It’s all about all of us”) And with the expansion of awakening to the identity of I AMness, loving kindness returns right back to you.A couple of weeks ago, an email announced me of a boycott against Israel. As a good Israeli, I decided to respond by buying something Israeli. I ran to the store, and stocked on Israeli imported chocolate, snack foods – Bamba; tea with Nana (the Mediterranean spearmint) and spicy crushed green olives. Israel, don’t worry, I’m behind you! I may have just saved your economy!
Together with it, I may have just saved Swiss economy as well, just in case it was in any danger: the chocolate was made under Swiss license. And by paying Canadian duties and taxes, I am sure I saved Canada’s economy. Here I am, evolving from ethno-centric to world-centric under your very eyes. Saving the world has never been easier!Why does people’s kindness always make me cry? Actually, human cruelty makes me cry too. Maybe it’s just me, crying at the drop of a needle. But the tears that stream down my face when I witness an act of human loving kindness have a different quality about them than tears of pain: I feel my heart opening in a warm glow, and a wave of deep affection takes over me, wanting me to open my arms wide and embrace everyone in the story: the givers, the receivers and the watchers of the kindness act. If I could have it my way, I’d be hugging and kissing everyone in sight, tears of affection drizzling everywhere over their clothes.
That’s how I feel when I watch the TV show ‘Extreme Home Makeover’, at the moment when the family returns back to a home they hadn’t dare have, and they burst into tears of gratitude. And that’s how I felt tonight when I watched the movie “Precious Life”, which showed the efforts of Israeli Jews to save the life of one small Palestinian boy whose life depended on a marrow bone operation.This is how I feel when I do something kind, especially when it’s not easy for me, when acting requires me to sacrifice the agendas of the small ego and do that which is inconvenient but loving: like taking down an Alex Grey poster from the wall to hang my husband’s favorite painting, which I dislike.
It’s like speaking someone else’s language instead of expecting them to speak yours. Did you ever notice how faces lit up when you greet someone in their mother tongue? Or show an appreciation and knowledge of their ethnic food?Recently I visited a couple of schools, in my quality as a speaker for Passages to Canada, to offer the students presentations on my immigration experience. One group of nine and ten graders, had quite a few immigrants among them. In my presentation I listed a few of the ethnic foods and habits I became familiar with when I moved to Israel from Romania: Moroccans drink tea with sprigs of spearmint, in transparent glasses; they cook their rice with saffron and dried fruit and blanched almonds. Iranians eat bunches of herbs ‘sabzi’ with their food, together with raw onions and radishes. They drink their tea sucking on caramelized sugar wafers called ‘pulaki’. Their rice is burned on the bottom, and the kids in the Persian family fights for the crunchy layer of rice.
When the projector showed the paragraph on Iranians, a slim, tall boy happily smiled, revealing sparkling braces, and said: “I’m Iranian”! He was overjoyed to hear someone who wasn’t from his country, speaking about his culture’s food.When I spoke of Indian chai, curry and pickles, the two Indian girls in the class smiled happily, and added to my listing. “How do you make falooda?” I asked. “You put milk, vermicelli, cumin…” they replied.
Then I spoke about the Arabic hummus, and how my own hummus has the wrong texture when I make it. A Lebanese boy asked: “Too much liquid?”“No, too grainy” I complained.
“You must add more oil” he advised. He was visibly thrilled to have this conversation. Immigrant kids probably lead a double life: they’re Iranian, Indian, Lebanese and everything else at home; and they’re Canadian in school. What if these worlds could be bridged?I have a theory: when people eat each other’s food, they get to know each other intimately. Sharing food builds community. Friendships are born around food. When food is exchanged, like in a potluck party, energy is being exchanged as well. Distances between people diminish, and bridges are formed. Learn someone’s language and food, and you know them better; you know them better means you are closer to them; you are closer to them means, Love can flow. Fear needs distance in order to exist; it’s in reverse proportion to closeness.
"Sharing food builds community. Friendships are born around food. "
After the presentation, one of the teachers approached me: “I have decided” he announced me with a smile and a spark in his eyes: “I’m going to organize a lunchtime international potluck for the students!”I go home happy and grateful for lending my hand at building a bridge between cultures. I further my diligent efforts to saving the world by sinking my teeth in a luscious bar of Canadian-bought Israeli made Swiss milk chocolate with caramel filling.
Ah, the sweet rewards of doing good!
I am crying right now lol. I don't know how to express my feelings but sometimes I think all this world needs os just love to heal. I cry everytime I see good and kind acts. Thank you for sharing this. We need more people like you, people who make tiny things of life a huge learning for others. Life is about small details, its our job to make them grow. ( sorry for my English, I'm not that good at it) greetings from Mexico ��ReplyDelete
I just saw your comment from a year plus ago, and I wanted to say that while I hear you say that you don't know how to express your feelings, it sounds to me like you do express them easily, like myself, through tears.Delete
I think the world's needs more sensitivity matched with power. Kind people must become more effective, while influential people must become more sensitive and kind.
Greetings to you in Mexico from Canada!
Beautiful post. Greetings from a woman in St. Louis. May your day be blessed as you've blessed my day!ReplyDelete
Thank you for your kind words and blessings, and warm greetings from cold Ottawa :-)Delete