09/20/2019
September Reflections on Compassion.
Day 1
September is a beautiful month. For me it is a month of transition from the scorching heat of August to the pleasant cooler days of October. The Autumn is my favorite season. In my mind it represents the subduing of summer’s glory and the bridge between death and new life. It is the last burst of color before we enter the quiet solitude of winter and the gestation period for the eventual emergence of spring and new life. This year, Autumn will be my time to reflect on the very essence of life. For me it has always been compassion. For my reflections, I will focus on childhood and those elements of childhood innocence that brought compassion into my heart.
This morning the thought of “comfort” rings true. As a child, comfort brought safety and security. I was comforted when I knew that someone was there for me. Most often it was my Mom. My parents usually took me everywhere. I rarely if ever had a babysitter. As a result, I vividly remember resting comfortably in my parents arms as I gently fell to sleep and felt totally safe and secure. That space was the space where I could go and be surrounded by warm and abiding love.
As we think about “comfort” today, let’s contemplate what brings comfort into our hearts and soul. And contemplate how we might transmit that comfort through compassion to bring comfort to others. In my immediate life, there are our children and grandchildren who occasionally face the pain of everyday living at school or in their jobs. In San Francisco, there are so many times that I see people living on the street who appear to be suffering greatly. This morning we saw a body lying in the doorway of shop. There were asleep and lying on the concrete, loosely covered by a cardboard box, exposed to the elements.
My compassion seeks to bring comfort. How does your compassion relate to comfort? Is there a relationship for you?