How does it feel to be on your own, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone? ~ Bob Dylan
Perhaps I dreamed about taking a Greyhound bus ride across Northern California during part of my recent life transition. A bus filled with divine beings displaying the fashion and language associated with those down and out. “Got a cigarette?” I was asked a couple of times during stops. Expressed regret to those who asked. One guy went on loudly to his buddies about already having drunk down most of his $25 parole money. Many seemed to have only a change of clothes and that bus ticket to Oakland. A guy covered with tattoos did not want his picture taken as it could end up in his FBI file. A woman and her little girl stayed quiet and away from the loud, drinking passengers.
The enemy is discrimination ~Thich Nhat Hanh
May these passengers be well, be safe, be happy. May they feel cared for and have something meaningful to do in their lives. May I continue to feel empathy and connection to the other bus riders. We’re all riders on this bus. Breathing gently for myself, and the world. Knowing that there is a way out of suffering, even when it’s not clearly apparent how in the moment, or during a dream.