I have always thought I did a pretty good job with that mission. Of course, I am human and not perfect but I do my best. Last night, however, it came to my attention that one group I had been singling out with a lack of understanding and compassion. It came to my attention as I suddenly gained clarity on my hourly nighttime walks to the nursery.
The group I now feel a kinship to is the zombies. I have now walked in their shoes, groaning, shuffling my feet with arms outstretched searching for my child in the dark. I see them now with compassion. And as I try to type a semi-coherent blog this morning I even understand the urge to eat brains. Perhaps it helps clear the mental fog that has replaced mine.
I'm grateful to open my heart to understanding another group. I'm grateful to cast off judgements I previously held. I'm grateful to see our similarities that helps to form true kinship and foster love. I'm grateful for humor to get me through my own zombie days. And I'm grateful for the metaphor zombies now represent for me.
Who can you open your heart to today? What kinship can you find and what judgments can you release? How can you infuse humor into your day?
May today bless us with true kinships. May we find love in all the faces we see. And may this world truly become one heart. Have a beautiful day!