Compassion

I'm longing for compassion. I'm beginning the approach the issue of death - I don't like calling death an issue. I think me saying that clarifies where I stand on the matter of death. I just came back from a nursing home, where I decided to go weekly. I am longing for a resident to pour out to me about their fears of death. What are they going through? How does it feel? Today was my first time to go alone - not with my work, and one lady was telling me about how she was about to go visit her roommate - her best friend - even closer than her sister. Her friend was not doing well. As she told me about her friend, my eyes swelled up and I felt the compassion, it was a relief, a moment of connection. I am almost being selfish about it, I feel. I guess that I need to go and get to know the residents and just talk with them, which I did do, with my dog. They loved her. People would perk up as soon they saw her. Penelope was great with them. Sorry for this flighty entry. I am excited about my yoga class tonight at 6:30 pm.