Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Bond Street, May 2007
I like this sentiment, though it's not always easy to see at the time you're being taught!
I'm wondering what I'm being taught as I sit here in the quiet morning, typing, and my next-door neighbor is sneezing and hacking so powerfully that I can hear him through the walls. Poor guy. He must have one heck of a cold.
Maybe it's a lesson in compassion. Rather than be annoyed at the noise, and the fact that he's drowning out the mourning doves, I have to keep in mind that he's apparently sick.
My plumber last week was a great teacher, too: That was definitely all about compassion and patience. And what am I teaching each day when I go out into the world?