My son sent me an email recently as he thought I might like what he had found….
I did …so thought I’d share with you what he sent:
“…just been reading all these beautiful stories people had of reading/meeting Maya Angelou, the famous African American poet that’s just died and done so much for civil rights (http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/may/29/maya-angelou-memories). There was just one story at the end I thought you would especially like:
‘I saw Maya Angelou when she played the Liverpool Philharmonic in the ’90s. I almost didn’t go into the hall that night. I had gone alone and was of low mood, and suffering with depression. But something pushed me into the hall, three rows from the stage. At one point, in her magnificent way, she looked directly at me, pointed and said, “How can you love someone if you don’t love yourself? Would you trust a naked man if he offered you his shirt?” She changed my life that night, as she touched the hearts of many.- Sophia Blow, Liverpool, UK”
Goes right to the heart of self-compassion – How can you love someone if you don’t love yourself?
Lovely story, great words … (and thoughtful son!).