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My healing journey floundered through therapies with little impact.
Healing seemed impossible until I wandered into a new hybrid therapy that used mindfulness, ACT (Acceptance and Commitment therapy).
Being obsessed with healing, I meditated with a vengeance. Five hours a day for five years.
Healing was slow without direction or the wisdom needed to heal, so I sat more.
Healing arrived in subtle ways at first, then plotted a path to wellbeing.
Unintended consequences arrived with the planned ones.
My compassion center opened wide and I could feel others suffering intimately.
To this day seeing homeless people tears at me emotionally.
I feel their suffering immediately, it impacts my life, my thoughts, and my emotions.
It is a helpless feeling, I can not impact all this suffering.
My happiness is clouded with knowing these souls suffer in my midst.
Most people ignore or do not see these souls as people worth caring about.
Yesterday, while buying a pizza for my grandkids inside this crowded market, I asked for a extra slice.
While buying that piece of pizza, I announced that slice was for the homeless guy at the exit.
It was not to enhance my ego, but to show others it is ok to care and give.
Most were shocked, a few smiled and I could see the givers amongst me.
We need to be a country of givers, a society of compassionate souls.
The landscape I see does not resemble giving, we have become takers as a country.
Open your compassion center, giving to the less fortunate is a road that leads to a happy, fulfilled life.
We think money and power lead to happiness.
Happiness is not an isolated feeling, hard to be happy with suffering overwhelming our landscape.
Please share your feelings on others suffering.
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