I learn interesting things when I eavesdrop on the conversation inside my head.
A few weeks ago, the yoga instructor on the video I use ended the session with hands folded in front of her heart. “Namaste,” she said.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the inner voice said. “Namaste to you, too.”
I overheard the sarcasm, and started thinking about how hard it is for me to make it all the way to namaste.
Like most UUs, I love the first principle of the UUA: “the inherent worth and dignity of every person.” But truth be told, it’s an ideal I aspire to, rather than a lived reality.
There’s a snapping turtle lurking inside my head, lying in wait for unsuspecting victims. The turtle notices every imperfection, though its snide comments usually remain unspoken. I am its most frequent target, but it bites anyone who catches its attention.
The fundamentalist church I grew up in was prime feeding ground for a young snapping turtle, and it grew strong and confident. It continues to thrive in the divisive, mean-spirited secular world I live in as an adult.
But sometimes the snapping turtle slips up. Sometimes its snark is loud enough that I can hear it for what it is. And I can do something about it.
Each overheard judgment is an opportunity to counter judgement with compassion.