Reading All the Light We Cannot See. Seeing inside people through the words. Young boy, Nazi school. How he stands by and even participates in the indoctrination. And is aware he is, as opposed to the others who just go along. And the few who resist and stay who they are.
And I think about the way the world is turning. How atrocities are becoming the norm. And feeling helpless and standing by the side watching it without feeling I can do much.
And then I do my walk around the block. Coming towards me is a homeless man. No shoes. No jacket. My first thought is that he's ruined my morning meditation walk. How selfish and small. But I say hello and that's something. And then I realize I can do something so I offer him money. He takes it with a very articulate thanks.
And so a little bit helps.
But what more can I do as the world is falling apart.
