Compassion

The inner child...

The inner child...

He is watching me as I go about my morning.  I can feel him just below the surface, noticing what I am up to.  He is ever curious, this little one, and lately he has not been far away.  I can hear his questions about what I am doing, why I am doing it, and what it all means.  He is always asking ‘Why?’ and as often as I can, I work to answer his questions.  He did not used to visit me at all, and for the longest time, I did not know he existed. 

Sorrow and the teacher...

Sorrow and the teacher...

Something was missing as I walked in to the house, something was just not right.  It took me a moment as I closed the door to realize, my greeter was not present, and then I remembered, she would not be coming to see me any longer.  Her time with us had come to an end, and in that moment, the sorrow that had been lurking near the edges of life came in the door with me and settled into my heart.