This morning at the light coming out of my little girl’s school a woman was turning in when another cut her off from the other direction. The woman was in front of me blocking the intersection and she was beyond angry. She was yelling profanities to the lady who turned in. Her windows were up but her hand gestures and mouth movements were irate. She had two kids in the backseat. I felt horrible for them.
I wanted to put my car on park and go knock on her window, force her out of her car and give her a hug. But we now live in a country that’s like the Wild West and I’ve become cautious of who may be carrying a weapon.
I immediately felt her anger. The situation just pushed it out. I felt her sadness and frustration. I saw her. I truly felt a break in my chest.
I stopped at the Starbucks with my little boy on my way into work. And by the time I got to the counter the sweet barista had his favorite treat and my chai ready. She had seen me in the parking lot.
I sobbed. There…at the counter…I let go of whatever I was holding on from experiencing the woman’s anger. I reached over and gave the barista a hug. I felt broken and I couldn’t compose myself.
Because we are caring and compassionate, we get to live in full awareness of the goodness.
When we are in a state of anger, hatred and panic we experience more of that.
I got to witness the duality from one extreme to another within minutes.
Now hours later I am still thinking of that middle-aged mama having a tantrum and meltdown for a car going in her spot for one minute.
We all have moments of falling down. The collective is feeling the heaviness. But I truly believe that in spite of what we see and hear about our country, and the world, things are shifting. Love is changing the energy. Just like that barista taking care of me before I even entered the place. We are seeing one another. We are caring enough to stop and reach for hearts.
And I choose to see love. I choose to give all of my compassion without expectancy. I choose to continue reaching for hearts while creating a revolution called LOVE.
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Wonderful words, and story, showing we are all human, we all can if we allow that blind rage to over take let it control us and wound not only others but ourselves in the process..
Choosing to hold love and compassion is what is going to flip this world around in the right direction again. And like you, I believe there are a lot of us out there holding that love..
Many thanks for sharing your experiences..
Much love Sue ❤
It was such a tender moment and full of love. Thank you for your words.
You are most welcome
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