["The earth rests in outstretched hands"
from 123rf.com]
I read
something
the other day
about
what it is
to do
something,
anything,
whatever one can,
to try to ease
the pain
of the suffering.
That it isn't
about pity.
It isn't even
- or only -
about compassion.
It's about
justice.
That really resonated with me, given the inequities and degrees of suffering all over this planet.
Justice. That word also brings a smile, as it reminds me of the time my grandkids were having supper at my place when the youngest was around seven years old. I was proudly wearing my Amnesty International t-shirt, which said "A Cry for Justice" on the front.
I noticed him looking at me wonderingly for a few minutes, then he asked me, "Grandma,
what does that mean: a cry for "Just ice"?
I cracked up - there is a long history of alcoholism in my family, and I could just see them in a line going back through all the years, holding up their empty glasses, rattling the ice cubes expectantly.
I told the people at Amnesty International that story and they said it made their day:)
