I often share stories from my experiences at the homeless shelter when I am touched, or inspired, or amused, or when I witness what appears to me as the miraculous. There's
so many moments available for seeing love in an environment that may appear to be completely bereft of it. But when we have the eyes to see it, it is everywhere. And often, I'm so lucky and so grateful in those moments when I do see it and feel it.
Today however, even though I still saw and felt moments of love within myself, and in the eyes, and smiles, and hugs, and laughter, and small kindnesses, and even the "I love yous" of others, my heart felt heavy. Today when
they shared their past and present stories of addiction, poverty, sickness, hunger, mental abuse, physical abuse, and even a few shocking stories of horrific torture, I got a bit lost in the feeling of the insanity of it all, and what seemed to be my crestfallen
hopelessness that the rest of the world would ever wake up to see what I see. If only... If only...