All sacred
Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred.
Thich Nhat Hanh, “Miracle of Mindfulness”
July 1st, 2008 21:33
My dear cousin Shelley put in a way I love: I am not my feelings; they are not me. I treat them as honored guests that come and go as I experience them. “I feel tired.” “I feel elated.” “I feel sick.” “I feel bored.” Rather than I AM tired, elated, sick, bored or any other temporary and exaggerated those things. I am none of those things, but they are all of me.
This helps me embrace detachment.