Reluctantly, I drove this morning to Zen Hospice. The sight of red poppies in full bloom, and the gorgeous sunshine were calling me to spend the day outside instead. Oh! hiking in the hills, if only . . . Why did I agree to a Sunday shift?
I had plenty of time during the drive, to sit with the annoyance, and the wishing. And then, amidst the unpleasantness, the thought of the people I was about to visit. A big wave of compassion washed over me, at once. And gratitude also, for my good fortune. Unlike the residents at Zen Hospice, I have the ability to walk and drive as I please. I am not stuck to a bed with no view, and I can go out and enjoy the red poppies. How blessed!
Most surprising to me, is the grace with which most residents of Zen Hospice accept their condition. I have much to learn from them . . .