“Your own Self-Realization is the greatest service you can render the world.”
― Ramana Maharshi
Here and there, I use the word contemplative:
mid-14c., "devoted to (sacred) contemplation, devout," from Old French contemplatif (12c.) and directly from Latin contemplativus "speculative, theoretical," formed (after Greek theoretikos) from contemplat-, past-participle stem of contemplari "to gaze attentively, observe; consider, contemplate" (see contemplate). Meaning "given to continued and absorbed reflection" is from late 15c. Related: Contemplatively
If I'm honest, until very recently, I've not paid it much attention. But I am now.
Because that's exactly my frame of mind, namely reflective of:
my social conditioning
my relationship with society
and my humanness.
Of course, to some this might feel like plain old navel-gazing — and I'm fine with that; to others, perhaps, a bit overbearing, priggish even; and still, to most people, they've enough on their plate not to have to tune into my prognostications.
But here's the thing. I know that my contemplative verse, my alignment with true self isn't about changing anything other than...me. As John Butler would say: "To make whole, be whole." In short, the greater the depths of my self-enquiry, the greater the presence of love, and the more likely it is that those around me might, just might, begin to reflect on what's important, truly important, either in this discombobulated time or at all.
To be clear, my contemplative roots only go so far as I'm willing to allow them but right now, in spending more time at home, walking quietly around the Devon lanes and getting close to my loved ones, I realise how much my loving, contemplative presence is the greatest gift I can offer them and the world.