“Uh-Huh! Oh-yeah! I’m off the hook, Oh YEAH, Oh YEAH!”
Explanation: a little victory song by juror #722. Good thing You can’t see my goofy dance! -lol
What a relief: big SIGH! Yes, I was summoned for jury duty. Ended up being on standby all week and today, I’m off the hook (for now).
Honestly, I wanted to honor the summons, but hopefully not have to report! Last night when calling for my daily instructions and dress code (no shorts, no flip-flops, appropriate attire for court required) reminders, the juror numbers called to report for Friday were jumping all over the place and got me nervous. When I hung up the phone, all I could do was the above-mentioned song and dance…(YAY#722 not needed–WOO-HOO)!:)
(Have You been called for jury duty?) Duty in one form or another calls everyday, eh?!
Compassion Duty calls me all the time -lol:) The dance of compassion is strange indeed.
Honoring the Duty of Compassion takes various forms in life.
Every day all of us have to make decisions or choices aka preferences or judgement calls of one sort or another. Personally, I don’t feel too comfortable or too adequate in the role of judging someone’s choices or actions. I’m not a mind reader, heart reader, motivation reader. (Nor do I feel the need for a power trip of lording/holding authority (and/or punishment) over somebody.)
Yes, I believe in Justice! (Yes, I believe in the superlative law of Agape love and the spirit of that law.) That living law is written on my heart and preoccupies my mind. (And I hope daily expressed in all my choices and interactions.) I bow to compassion.
We all pay in one way or another for our choices big and small including wise or poor decisions. (We pay now or later! We all owe. We are all in debt of some kind and to someone.)
You reap what you sow. You sow orange seeds…no big guess, you’re gonna reap oranges. You’ll be drinking lots of OJ. You sow hatred and violence, you’re gonna reap grief and death. You’ll be drinking lots of tears. I’m totally into being proactive by sowing/sprinkling seeds of love and reaping compassion. (For further context check out: Sprinkling Seeds…)
Yes, I am in compassion debt to my fellow–breathing–fragile–life. I am in debt to my Hubby. I am in debt to my kids. I am in debt to my friends. I am in debt to my neighbors. I am in debt to You, my Readers.
I believe in cause and effect. I believe in education. I believe in reeducation/ongoing education. Education is active and not static. Teach compassion then reap compassion. Being positively proactive in one’s home, family, neighborhood, community, globe has long-lasting good effects/results.
HOORAY! Some of us have been taught or have learned compassion skills. Some of us have not!🙁 It takes work and effort to keep any skill sharp. All of us deserve an opportunity to learn. To learn, we need time and to feel safe and be safe. We need to be loved and our basic needs met: food, shelter, clothing in order to learn well. Never forget, every so-called criminal is somebody’s child! Every child deserves an opportunity to be loved, to be taught compassion. I’ve read some VERY encouraging true-life accounts of those in prisons who have courageously made positive changes in their lives through Bible education. (BTW: You’ll find many highly educated, scholars of one kind or another, who extol the positive benefits of Bible study/reading and the diversified wisdom found therein.)
Sadly, when some parents selfishly abdicate their important role/responsibility toward their child/ren…the child suffers and pays a high price and possibly throughout life. 🙁 Without any guidance, any encouragement or much support, some of us end up on the wrong road heading in the wrong direction. A direction of pain and misery. A direction of damage. A direction of destruction. A direction needing intervention. We all do well to ask: What direction am I heading? Is this choice bringing me down the road of compassion?
(Don’t You think all of us would do well and be well with a job we enJOY and are good at??…Young and Old, would keep us all occupied and out of trouble, eh?)
Thinking of the job of parent…For example, taking the time to patiently guide, teach, warn our children about consequences negative or positive of certain choices is proactive. I prefer being proactive vs. meting out punishment. It takes work and vigilance, commitment to be proactive or anticipatory.
Partners have responsibility. Parents have responsibility. Children have responsibility. We do well to ask: Are we living up to our responsibility? I’ve known parents out there who have worked very hard with their kids and as free-will agents, these kids, have made very damaging decisions. Decisions that have hurt themselves and their parents.
As free-will agents: All of us carry our own load of responsibility, be it big or small. Compassion is a responsibility we must learn to carry young or old.
Quoting the wise words of 1 Sage of Peace and Compassion: Helpful for all (and in particular) Partners working on Wellness:
“Stop judging, and you will by no means be judged; and stop condemning, and you will by no means be condemned. Keep on releasing, and you will be released.” (Luke 6:37)
“Why…do you look at the straw in your brother’s eye,” he asked, “but do not consider the rafter in your own eye?” (Matthew 7:3)
In other words: If we want our faults to be overlooked, the (big) rafter in our own eye, we are obligated to over-look the (small) straw-like shortcomings of our partner, caregiver, friend, child, etc. We are all in need of forgiveness and reeducation for one thing or another. None of us are immune including myself.
Forgiveness isn’t permissiveness (topic for another post)…it’s a releasing of resentment in order to move forward on the road of compassion and wellness together as Brotherhood-of-Breathing–Fragile–Life.
Take away from this post: Eyes are sensitive, visual data is an influencer/teacher of many things including the positive and the negative. IF you have an irritant in your eye, take it out before it permanently damages your vision aka well-being or your prospects of peace!
Do Your Duty-(lol) as Partners, as Parents, as Children, as Breathing–Fragile–Life…then may be, we won’t need a jury! 🙂
Peace Psych Central & Beyond!
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