I just returned from vacation during which I witnessed a lot of ugliness.
With all the talk about compassion saturating the blogosphere, I’m still wondering what world my children will live in. I don’t know if anything has changed. 
I hope much has changed. I hope people who are compassionate have discovered they are not alone. I hope people who are not compassionate read something that helps them act with more kindness.
When I think of compassion, I think of all living things. Of all parts of the world. Of my friends and family.
And, yes, especially my own children.
Although my thoughts reach across the globe, I live here. With my children. While they are no more or less deserving of compassion than others, they are closer to me in all ways. (Also, I am a mother. Our lot can be a wildly protective one.)
As we celebrate Read Across America today, I look at my children’s copies of Oh, the Places You’ll Go. This book describes the world as wonderful and confusing and beautiful and scary. This is all true. But if there is more compassion, I will worry less about what places my children will go.
Dr. Seuss Day
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won’t want to go on.
But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though your enemies prowl.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life’s
a Great Balancing Act.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Lemon Shark 