So what you are saying is that NOTHING says I care UNLESS it is money on the canteen? Wow, now that is really Shallow.
What is a "commitment" to you? Money? That man that blogged said his family wrote over 18 years.... now to me that sounds like a real vested sincere commitment!!! And he never said they refused to send money. Don't change the words as you like to do of those who post to your blog!! As he never said that.
Your letter touched me - I cried as I read "realized what the emptiness is for us prisoners... Simple human compassion! Something we're neglected because of what we've done..."
Thinking of compassion as being able to sit with another's pain and perspective from a place of love and concern...
In or out of prison, we've all hurt somebody else. The times I can think of that I've hurt others, I've either forgotten to look out for them, or thought I was doing the best for them while being totally blind to their reality, or, in the moments I am ashamed of, wanted to hurt them. But, often because I felt like *they* weren't getting *me*! How ironic!
Why keep people in isolation and pain? Isn't it better to help people recommit to acting from places of love? (If someone in prison is even there because of something they did to hurt someone and not just racist/sexist/etc. bull**.) Your blessing has given me a piece of your spirit of love - thank you. And I send you back another piece of mine!
RSS
What is a "commitment" to you? Money? That man that blogged said his family wrote over 18 years.... now to me that sounds like a real vested sincere commitment!!! And he never said they refused to send money. Don't change the words as you like to do of those who post to your blog!! As he never said that.
Your letter touched me - I cried as I read "realized what the emptiness is for us prisoners... Simple human compassion! Something we're neglected because of what we've done..."
Thinking of compassion as being able to sit with another's pain and perspective from a place of love and concern...
In or out of prison, we've all hurt somebody else. The times I can think of that I've hurt others, I've either forgotten to look out for them, or thought I was doing the best for them while being totally blind to their reality, or, in the moments I am ashamed of, wanted to hurt them. But, often because I felt like *they* weren't getting *me*! How ironic!
Why keep people in isolation and pain? Isn't it better to help people recommit to acting from places of love? (If someone in prison is even there because of something they did to hurt someone and not just racist/sexist/etc. bull**.) Your blessing has given me a piece of your spirit of love - thank you. And I send you back another piece of mine!
Susan