Some of my habitualities mean I walk through this world with a limp. I carry them like a burden. Wounds shut down possibility. Some of my formative experiences have disposed me to ignore and exclude, willfully indulging the blind spots I’ve inherited. Racism, for example, is not just an attitude but a bodily schema of habitualities that I absorb over time.8 But compassion can become the same sort of dispositional habit, a bodily disposition woven into my very being because I have learned what it means to be vulnerable and to be cared for. Over time, someone has both showed me compassion and
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