Maybe that's what it comes down to. Two ends of the spectrum present themselves as we hurry through our daily lives. We choose. Constantly.
I'm guessing most of us run on automatic. We've either trained ourselves to see things in a positive light...or not. To be kind...or maybe not. Maybe we're just neutral. Surely we are not violent are we? I mean we don't shoot people. We don't even hit people. We don't even yell at people. Do we?
We're not even sarcastic throwing violent words and phrases against others. Are we? We don't squash bugs when we could put them outside. Do we? We don't keep guns under the bed just in case we need to blow someone away. Do we?
So check it off. We are not violent. We are kind.
Hearing my son's voice Thursday morning from Denver and knowing he was safe was the best Thursday morning gift I could have received. A dozen or so families didn't get that gift. We can't figure out what happened or make sense of it. All we can do is respond by living our lives in awareness of those around us. We can be kind to everyone, to all creatures.
May we grab that random act of kindness phrase that is so over-used and may we put it into action everyday. Across the breakfast table is a good place to start.
Peace and Love,