Witnessing Love

I am dumbfounded.  I just witnessed an act of Love and it surprised me.   I mean the kind that does not get angry but seeks to understand.  I can't say that I can do this on a daily basis, but it sure it makes it easier to want to try when you witness it happen, so that is why I am sharing this with you.  It makes no difference if you live on a country road or a city street, humans are humans.

So, this person was made aware of an awful situation, where youth naiveté and the need for connection combined with a married mid age person in need of connection, erupted into violence.  In a very public, internet exposure kind of way.  It morphed into legal arenas, and further public cruelty continuing to those involved by even some of the their own colleagues and peers.  Horrific hate, and mental anguish putting lives at risk.  And still the need for connection exists.  No one does anything without a need to do it, no matter how big or small.

It was so painful, and being present in this time, lent itself to reflect upon how to stop the ongoing "unkindness" so they took action.  They called a particular perpetrator (not a close acquaintance even) and simply asked them to stop continuing the hurtful actions, because it was unkind. Instead of replying back in anger when the perp started in about they "don't know" the whole story, they simply said, no one acts like this unless they too have hurt, so how can I help you.  It stopped them, they did not understand.  So they reiterated, to the perp, when you get the impulse to cause hurt again, you can call me, I will be here to listen to you and to help you in anyway I can, because these unkind actions need to stop for your own sake.

Wow.  This is true Love, the love of humanity and our messed up selves, making mistakes and instead of being judged for them, offered a helping hand.   Making a connection.  You know in situations like this, there is betrayal, lies, damage is done, intentionally and unintentionally.  It is very difficult sometimes to give yourself enough time to evaluate, acknowledge your own feelings about it, but then put it into the bigger picture perspective, and forgive it all.  We all mess up, but we are loved too, even when we can't allow ourselves to feel it, IT IS THERE, THIS LOVE.

I am so grateful to have been a witness to this action.  It gave me such hope, and filled me to the brim with how grace can work in the world.  I have to thank everything I know for giving me this gift of witness.  We all have pain and suffering in common.  I can love more and I will.

Love all.  Peace my dear ones.