 Where does compassion live? Are we born with is, or is it something we are taught, or not? I am pleased to be part of the #1,000 Voices Speak for Compassion project, and today my post is devoted to that. “In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t […]  Every week you’d find us at Nathan’s in Oceanside having our usual lunch, a hot dog and fried clams for my dad, frog’s legs for me, and we’d split an order of fries. For a short time the two of us would spend Saturdays together. If the weather was nice we’d go to Salisbury Park and we’d play […]
 It’s no secret that I love chicken thighs, and these Greek chicken thighs are a one-pot wonder with all kinds of possibilities for add-ins. This cold weather makes me long for warm weather, and the flavors of Greece bring back fond memories of travelling there. When I think of those flavors I think of […]  Fork tender is a phrase you hear all the time (well maybe not all the time) but it is often part of a recipe’s directions. So what does fork tender mean, and how do you know when you’re there? The magic about foods that should be cooked to this point is that they are almost […]  Friday as I was leaving nursery school they handed me (aged four) a gift, “for the new baby”. A wrapped gift that wasn’t for me, this was a bad sign. I was obsessed with it. I suppose I’d brought a few gifts to other kids at birthday parties, but that was different. This gift was […]
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Rena McDaniel - A very beautiful post! Intolerance and prejudice should have no place in a country like ours.
Quirky Chrissy - I like to think that this movement of compassion is a beautiful step. Perhaps we’ll start a world day of compassion. Who knows?
nrlowell@comcast.net - It’s worth trying!
Susan Baldauf - Bravo and thanks; I stand with you!
Susie Baldauf - “In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time no one was left to speak up.” So tired of all the hatred in this country and in the world.
Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Thoughtful Post Nancy. I believe compassion begins with individuals. People become more tolerant and understanding as they expose themselves to others, I have found this to be true among different races and cultures of people, people meet, become engaged, and before you know it, they have embraced what before might have seemed so different. Compassion to me does not seem like something we espouse based on mere righteousness,anyone can claim this if they see something as intrinsically wrong,it is only by the actual inter-engagement of individuals that changes hearts and minds.
nrlowell@comcast.net - Peggy, I couldn’t agree more! I do wish that when encountering someone different, or in need more people would have the impulse to acct out of curiosity and compassion rather than fear and mistrust. I believe there is a strong element in the US that is pushing people away from compassion and towards at best suspicion and at worst hatred, and that is unfortunate for everyone.
Suheiry Feliciano - Oh, Nancy, what a beautiful and thought-provoking post. Reading this made me feel so much affection for you. I feel like you are a true comrade in the battle against the atrocities we commit against each other. It’s horrifying how so many people comfortably ignore the unjust acts committed in this country over the past centuries and even today. Thank you for writing this.
nrlowell@comcast.net - Suheiry, Thank you! I am often shocked or saddened by things I hear, but Friday was an amazing day! I am still making my way through the many stories of compassion. I have to pace myself, as many of them bring me to tears.