And it goes on

The prevalence of apathy in the health care systems troubles me tremendously as does the lack of respect, the strong underlying current of prejudice (religion, race, diagnosis, etc), and constant drama of egos and attitudes.  How I am going to survive intact as a compassionate and spiritual being I don't know, let alone how I am suppose to grow in these areas.  There are moments and certain people that I can connect with that renew my sense of balance and being for which I am grateful.

I must try and remember that I am Shannon, a River that is renown for wisdom, strength and beauty.  Also, I am a Heather, a hardy evergreen that runs wild and beautiful when left to herself and her own devices.  I have a community and deep roots that shall sustain me.

I get to do work I love both physically and spiritually.  How many others get to help traumatized spirits decide to stay or go and then help them through that decision?

Compassion
Respect
Strength of Spirit
Authentic Self

These are things I must hold on to and fight for regardless of the quagmire around me.

Pot of Shannon

Pay it Forwrd

Today I have had the opportunity and the challenge to be compassionate and grateful.  I got to pass on to another mother some stability and strength that has been passed on to me from so many others.  I could tell she was at her end and needed some other arms to hold her for a moment.  I bought her and her daughter dinner (they were vegetarians), checked in with them regularly, made sure that social worker got to talk to her, and whatever else I could do.

I don't normally go to this extent but something about her just compelled me. She cracked a hold in my shields.  Her daughter was amazing: articulate, polite, compassionate, eager to help and be responsible. I saw a LOT of Amazon in her.

I think I will do a small ritual to help this women and her family tonight.