My heart is full of so many things right now. Real time connections with dear friends on the ground in suffering India no longer allow me to create an abstraction of the news reports I read daily.
My heart breaks.
Again and again.
Compassion means, literally, suffering with. Which implies connection. On the deepest level, we are connection. So – what to do in the face of so much suffering? Can I allow my heart to break open more and a little bit more with each breath? Can I use that heart broken open to allow love to flow? Can I trust that somehow, somehow love will find its way, will inspire the right gesture at the right time?
This is my sankalpa.