Thick dark clouds hung fat and low, pregnant with a January rain. The snowy peaks of the mountains banked a sea of white caps curling beneath a blustery wind.
Corey & me were looking out over Howe Sound through a picture window, warmed by a crackling fire with a hot cup of coffee. She’d called a couple of times with desperate sobs to say her life was spinning out of control, and then accepted my offer to meet in person. I could feel her fear across the table. Her clothes were rumpled and her beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot.
I began with “So, you feel like your life is unraveling; yet somewhere inside yourself you sense you want something better,..."
Fifty years after Gene Roddenberry and the crew of the Enterprise U.S.S. (http://www.startrek.com/database_article/enterprise) asked us to consider communicating with all sentient life (rather than annihilating it), we grapple with the charm of the idea, and inch toward the possibility, even though we may be discomfited by the prospect. Compassion then, was not yet the ‘household word’ it is today.
Now, when we hear the word compassion we feel we ought to give some, and know we want to get some. And rightly so, the word compassion evokes connection to others, a deeper understanding of life, and the experience of peace that we dream for our communities, and our world.
Across the hall from our office, there often emerged a young lady who was smartly dressed and possessed beautiful long auburn hair. We encountered one another in the hallway that lead to the elevator. When we first met, I would smile brightly and say “Good Morning” or “Hello”. Her reply was surly.