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.

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  1. That poor woman doesn’t have an easy road ahead. Love that she was able to get out of the abusive relationship, and hope the light at the end of her tunnel is shining strongly.
    And I also love your compassion. I think it is as much a part of you as your skeleton.

  2. That’s a powerful insight you had, Birdie! Your choice to be compassionate is a lesson for us all.

    PS — Stay safe in those typhoon winds and rain! We’re having a snow storm here at the moment. Welcome to October.

  3. I would expect nothing less from you Birdie. You are one of the most compassionate people I know. She indeed has a hard road to walk, but I’ve always thought (whether it’s true or not) that a little bit of that vibe might reach the person we are thinking of. It’s so interesting that you were that way with your (ex’s) family before, because I know you to be such a sharp and aware person. But that’s what life is all about isn’t it? Keep growing, keep loving.

    I’ll be thinking of you, although we don’t get hardly ever get any news down here about Canada. Americans think there is nothing up there..haha. Stay Safe!x

  4. I just skip by all the political posts. Life is just too short for reading that kind of trash talking. I like your goal of compassion instead of anger. I’m going to cultivate that in my garden and hope to grow a better me.

  5. What was your meal?

    If you do step out of line and end up in Hell, I’ll be down there waiting for you with a plate of your favorite bakes. Whatever you fancy as the oven is always on.

    Enjoy your iPad. On my end, I read this just fine.

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