When people ask me why I’m vegan, the simplest answer I can give—and the one that I most often do give these days—is that veganism is my practice and expression of ahimsa. Ahimsa is an animating principle in several Eastern religions, including Jainism, Hinduism, and Buddhism. Sometimes it’s translated as nonviolence, sometimes as “doing no harm.” It’s often simply translated to “compassion.”
Compassion is a central value in my life, something I aspire to access and practice even when it isn’t easy. Lately I’ve come to think that it matters to me precisely because it has taken me a long time to cultivate.
I don’t mean that I’ve behaved routinely without compassion in the past—at least, I hope I haven’t. My mother taught me at a young age to “walk a mile in another’s shoes,” and encouraged me to see things from other peoples’ points of view whenever I could. If I couldn’t, she said, I could at least make myself aware that the other person had a point of view, one that was separate from mine, yet equally true. Whenever I hear the famous saying of “be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle,” I think about my mom and her words.
Even so, my tendency as a young person was toward rigidity and hard lines. I was quick to make judgments about what was good or bad, right or wrong. And I was never more judgmental than when I was judging myself. It pains me to look back on how unforgiving I was with myself through my teens and twenties; not just anorexia and cutting, which were the obvious physical/behavioral manifestations of this harshness, but also the impossible standards I held myself to, and the mercilessly punishing thoughts I let loose on myself when I inevitably didn’t measure up.
Recovery from perfectionism is a story that many women I know can relate to; it’s a journey that I observe many friends going through as we all get a little older and wiser. But it’s really only recently that I’ve realized how my punitive self-treatment prevented me from approaching others with compassion.
I’ve often heard it said that it’s impossible to extend compassion to other people when you’re incessantly preoccupied with judging and censuring yourself. Self-forgiveness and self-love foster empathy; when we’ve done the hard work of learning how to cut ourselves some slack, we’re more able to meet other people where they are.
Lately, and really for the first time, I’ve been practicing self-compassion. It isn’t something I mastered through trying; it’s something that happened to me, out of necessity. So much of the identity I used to take pride in has been stripped away in the last five or so years, leaving me in a position of having to accept what’s still here. And depression has been real and poignant enough recently that I can’t help become more gentle with myself; it felt less like a conscious loosening of expectations than a matter of survival.
The wisdom is true: the better friend I am to myself, the deeper my love for other people becomes. I’m so much gentler and more humorous and caring these days than I ever have been, not only in my behavior but also in how I feel. There’s a softness I’m carrying around, a sense of heart, and a humility that I just didn’t have before. I look back on my uncompromising younger self with affection, but I’m so glad to be outgrowing the sharp edges.
All of this comes to mind because of an article a friend recently shared on Twitter. It’s written by Pema Chodron, whose book When Things Fall Apart has been a lifeline for me this year (I’ve read it three times in less than 15 months). Chodron describes the tonglen practice, which by her telling is
Tonglen connects breath work with visualization and conscious thought:
What a beautiful idea this is, but as I was reading, I found myself feeling frightened by it, too. I’ve had to work hard to learn and practice interpersonal boundaries in my life, and the idea of engaging so intimately with pain around me was immediately threatening. Chodron acknowledges this fear openly:
Chodron also notes that tonglen practice can be particularly challenging if one is grappling with unresolved personal suffering, anxiety, or pain. But the practice can actually serve to address this:
I love this. I welcome any reminder that suffering can ultimately connect and bring us closer. True pain often feels isolating, lonely, and unique—like something no one could possibly understand, even if you tried to explain it. But if we allow ourselves to fully experience and digest pain, it can render us more sympathetic to others and their struggles.
This week I’m also sharing an article that a friend sent to me last week. The author, Eric Barker, suggests five questions that can help to put difficult times into perspective. The questions are good, and I think they’re particularly useful for managing stress and anxiety, as they all invite us to make distinctions between what really matters and what doesn’t.
Maybe these articles will encourage you to treat yourself more gently this week, to greet a setback or struggle with softness. I hope they do, and I hope you’ll enjoy the other links, too, as well as these fabulous vegan recipes from around the web.
A simple, flavorful veggie side dish for fall, courtesy of the the lovely Sonja and Alex at A Couple Cooks: butternut squash with pickled onions. I love the idea of adding fluffy dollops of cashew cream!
While fresh herbs are still abundant, it’s a good time to make David and Luise’s beautiful vegan pesto cauliflower pasta. I love the cheesy “nut dust” they sprinkle on top of the dish—it’s basically a homemade vegan parm, but with a much more whimsical name 🙂
Alexandra’s cozy stuffed sweet potatoes are Mediterranean-inspired comfort food at its very best. I love everything about this meal.
I always add some sort of crunchy or textured topping to creamy soups—I appreciate the contrast and variety. Gina takes soup topping to a whole new level with these gorgeous bowls, a combination of pumpkin soup, crispy baked artichokes, roasted chickpeas, nuts, and pomegranate seeds. They’re pretty enough to serve for a holiday meal!
I saved breakfast for last today, in the form of Sarah’s simple, delicious vegan banana nut muffins.
1. First, Pema Chodron explains the meaning and intention behind tonglen practice.
2. Eric Barker lists five questions that can help to carry you through difficult times.
3. An interesting perspective on childrens’ mental health, this article explores whether the decline of “play”—unstructured, curious, exploratory free time—may be linked to the rise of depression and anxiety among young people.
4. I spent a lot of time last year studying the nocebo effect—the worsening of health symptoms as a result of expectation—specifically as it relates to food and digestive health. Much more tends to be written about the placebo effect (which is the opposite, an improvement in symptoms due to a patient’s expectation of beneficial results), but the phenomena are linked, and I think they’re both fascinating. This article gives a good introduction to the nocebo effect and its remarkable power.
5. Three American scientists were awarded this year’s Nobel Prize in physiology or medicine. Jeffrey C. Hall, Michael Rosbash, and Michael W. Young’s work sheds light on the nature of so-called circadian rhythms—specifically, they were able to isolate and identify a specific gene that controls biological rhythms of waking and sleeping. This article says more about their work and its implications for work, schools, and policy-making.
I spent a little time yesterday simmering a fragrant, sweet-and-sour batch of apple raisin chutney. It’ll be folded into some tasty, Indian-inspired wraps, and I’m excited to share the recipe in a couple days. Happy Sunday!
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