My dad had a mini stroke yesterday. He has had them in the past. He didn't call anyone, but spent the day alone in the hospital. He didn't want to "alarm anybody". It was interesting talking to him. When I told him that it matters to me what happens to him, he paused a long time and said, "I guess I don't have alot of self esteem, I never think it matters that much". I understood. Valuing ourself, our authentic self, is essential to championing life and experiencing the rich tapestry of existing as an individuated expression of that life. He reminded me of how important it is to "matter". Not to "someone else", but to ourselves. When we deeply matter to ourselves we are willing to act compassionately at the source. This is the only way to approach others with spaciousness and compassion. We matter in ways we cannot begin to imagine.