Contemplative Living and Compassion

Friday. August 27th, 2021

Hello friends —

I want to take this opportunity to thank all the Military men and women who serve to protect; yesterday some of those brave individuals paid the ultimate price with their lives. Thank you for your service.

All Gave Some, Some Gave All

Some stood through the red,

white and blue

And some had to fall

Think of your liberties and recall

Some Gave All.

Lyrics: Billy Ray Cyrus/Cindy Cyrus

Yesterday, I was reminded that “our words matter.” I had just arrived at work and the TV was on a news channel and they were discussing American lives lost in Afghanistan from a suicide bomber. I just blurted out “thanks Biden” not directed at any one person in the room, I was simply talking out loud. I did not consider the other five individuals sitting in the room or even if they would agree with me. I did not look at anyone in particular, but my words were received by one who did not agree with me and stated “our office is too political and at least Biden was willing doing what others would not do.” I was taken back by the somewhat abrupt response and tone…I responded with, “my words were not directed towards you.” Then things just got weirdly quiet. Thankfully, the door bell rang and I was all too happy to go answer it. The person did apologize, I accepted and vice versa.

After some quiet contemplation on what had transpired, I had to admit my own fault and responsibility in the situation. Neither of us were wrong in the words we used, we are all entitled to our viewpoints, beliefs and in the things we are passionate about. If we want to be heard, we must also being willing to listen. In the end, agree to disagree and refrain from taking things so personal. Respect another’s right to support whomever they choose. We must also be mindful that each day of our lives these kind of situations will happen.

Be patient.

Be Kind.

Be Respectful.

📕 Oxford Learners Dictionaries 📕


thinking quietly and seriously about something

“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which,if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree helping each other to one or the other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all of our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit – immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory

~Charlotte, Seeker of unexpected Comfort, Happiness, Joy and Patience.