Well, there is the weather forecast for where I live except I am not concerned in the least. Last night it rained really hard and we are supposed to get pummelled again. Except now, it is a typhoon. It rains here. All the time. A lot. A lot, a lot. Actually, I am a little concerned because we have to drive today and tomorrow but other than that we should be okay. Also, now you all know where I live so please don’t come and dead me.
Last night my husband and I went to a play called, “Hilda’s Yard”. It was great! And funny. We had dinner before and I ate so much that I didn’t think I would would have to eat again for a week. But I woke up this morning and was hungry. So there you go.
I was thinking about compassion the last few days after I was smacked upside the head by a very uncompassionate thought. I was on Facebook and someone made a comment about Republicans and I instantly saw red. I made a snarky comment back saying the group really wasn’t a place for politics. Every time this person posted I got angry all over again even though she wasn’t saying anything political at all. Then I was hit upside the head. Compassion! Why? Because I used to be that woman. I used to be that judgemental, right-wing, homophobic, holier-than-thou woman. But I am not anymore. I remember being trapped in that life. My (now ex) husband, every single one of my friends, my in laws and even my kids school was religious. I was entrenched and speaking my mind against anything got me into trouble. I remember more than once that just asking a question and people telling me that I wasn’t faithful enough. I had, and still have a fear of going to hell if I step out of line. So that woman and her comment? It is hard and difficult keeping that lifestyle up. The fear is always there. When I started stalking looking at her profile I saw that she had just left a physically abusive marriage and is raising an autistic son on her own. She and her boy are both dealing with PTSD because of the abuse. She is unemployed. Rather sad, isn’t it? So. Compassion. Accepting her beliefs? Never. Compassion? Always.
I am writing this post on my new iPad so sorry if it’s difficult to read.