Kind Kindred : Danielle : White Hot Truth

Kind Kindred

Happy Monday to all you lovelies! We are so very, very grateful to have Danielle join our beautiful soul clan! You all know her from White Hot Truth & her phenomenal ebook, The Fire Starter Sessions, which Jenn & I both have been reading & adore! Everything Danielle creates is RICH, so full of goodness & just bleeeeeeds love. Thank you Lovely, we are rooting for you, always. Peace to each & every one of you, in abundance, enjoy, xox – Amanda


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“Give until it hurts.”
– The Dalai Lama

Once upon a time, I was The Perfume Girl. You know those chicks who stand in the cosmetic section of department stores, all dressed up and smiley, asking if you’d like a spray of the latest sniffy le fou fou? That was me.

Everyday on my way to work, in my heels and shoulder pads, I’d see the same street busker outside the turnstile door playing for coins. He was gorgeous. Tall, dark, and soft with Stag eyes. He was ooo la la Parisian. He played the accordion and sang Edith Piaf in a white blousan.

And…he wore a clown nose.

The dignity. The humility. It broke my heart.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, but I could hardly look at him. And so I never tossed him so much as a nickel. I just watched the little kids walk up and drop money in his purple velvet-lined instrument case.

I wondered how his life had come to this – singing for change in front of The Bay department store. And I then read about him in the community newspaper. His name was Marc. “I hope to be able to make nice Christmas for my family.” (Not so perfect English.) He had a family. He really needed those tossed coins.

I was usually down to ten bucks in my wallet before I cashed my next paycheck. He has a family. I reminded myself.

Finally I mustered my moxy and clip clipped quickly up to him, and in a silly flurry I dropped in a fiver and kept walking.

I made a sharp turn into the nearest alley, buried my face in my purse, and sobbed.

I felt complicit in his humiliation. I felt ashamed at how many times I’d walked by without looking him in the eyes. I felt poor.

And I got what I needed to get in that flood of shame. I got that sometimes we resist The Give, because it hurts to meet the other in their place of need and suffering.

Generosity insists that you join in.

From that moment on I stopped circling the pain I saw. Instead, I let my curiosity pull me closer to it. And when I moved toward it, I found the riches of compassion in action.

Danielle LaPorte is the creator of WhiteHotTruth.com, which has been called “the best place on-line for kick-ass spirituality.” She is the author of The Fire Starter Sessions: A Digital Experience for Entrepreneurs, an inspirational speaker, former think tank exec, news show commentator, and lead author of Style Statement. You can find her on Twitter @daniellelaporte



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