Came across this passage this morning from the booklet “Healing After Loss: Daily Meditations for Working Through Grief” by Martha Whitmore Hickman:
“….all the time we are struggling with our grief and its meaning, the seeds of a new compassion are germinating in our psyches. Because we have suffered, we are tenderhearted toward others. Because our own defenses have been peeled away, we have a new perspective on what it means to be vulnerable, and we recognize how closely we are all connected to one another, in a way we become porous, transparent — people whom the light shines through. And the light, which is love illuminated, reaches those around us and perhaps they, too, become able to take the risk of loving…..We know that, while we are still sad, we are not alone, and that love, often forged out of sadness, is life’s greatest gift to us all.”
This is sort of where I am right now. When I was on the metro yesterday, I found myself watching the people jostling for position as they got on and off the train. I realized that every one of them has probably suffered some kind of loss or is dealing with some kind of pain or suffering. We’re not alone — even though we often go through life feeling as if we are.