God, forgive me. I believe a lot of lies from a lot of good liars, namely me.
"oh my love, if I could just find you tonight…”
Such a good dog. “Ok little human I’ll wait here while you go play in the puddle.”
he places the leash down on the ground so carefully
I have this stuck in my head. SO GOOD. I am thoroughly convinced that this man can do no wrong.
sigh. this man.
Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.
9 versions of Morning on the Seine, by Claude Oscar Monet