I thought about some violence we experience in the world. The last few days it is that theme that has drawn me in my writing.
The word compassion comes from sharing a love of something and the suffering that comes from sharing. The word companion comes from sharing a meal, usually on a journey with others.
We have more in common than makes us different. It is differences that make us unique. The ancient concept of common sense (sensus communis) was what a community shared and held in common, to be passed on to the next generation.
With violence, what do we think we are passing on to the next generation? I would like to think we pass on the good we have in common, the sharing of things we love and suffer with, and we will stop for a meal with each other in times we feel strife.
New emerges and we replace what is outdated and unnecessary, but more remains than we replace when we are mindful and attentive to the world we share.
We are dreamers,
Imagining what might be,
Wondering what could be,
Wondering, “who do we share with?”
In suffering and loving,
In moments of passion,
We share with one another,
Delighting us in one moment,
In the next, suffering together
(Com)panions sharing our daily bread.