Compassion means “passion with” someone else.  You feel what they feel.  You take a trip in their moccasins and see life from their viewpoint.

So today I head over to visit a mother sitting in a hospital chapel while in another room on another floor her young daughter has the hemispheres of her brain detached from one another in the hopes that her epileptic seizures will be reduced.  This is not a simple procedure and there is anxiety afoot.

I pray for compassion today–to just sit with her, feel her feelings without judgment.  Allow myself to feel a little grateful that it is not me–that’s my human part I have to admit.  And let the purest fullest Spirit surround us knowing that we are only on a human journey–that the earth we walk on this path is infinite Love stuff.  We cannot fall off the anchoring ground of Divine Presence; we never will topple on this sometimes tossing boat on the Ocean of Goodness.

Ahoy, let’s sail!