I hope the web is bombarded by posts on compassion; 1000 Voices for Compassion should be exploding, like New Year fireworks, starting somewhere in Polynesia as the final stars cross the International Dateline and 20th February begins. The news will report the sprinkle of magic dust in the skies above Auckland as the cricket world cup is put into shadow by Kiwi voices on compassion; Sydney and the looming love over East Asia comes next, fizzing and bizzing with ideas and hope. The throbbing land mass and mass of humanity that comprises China and India, Bangladesh and Pakistan all those many faiths and philosophies brought together to achieve one small goal will catch the world’s attention. Russia and the Middle East blink away sleep, circle the mouse and ding, off go their posts, the tidal wave of ideas increasing in volume and the seismic shock pulls both energy and breath from everywhere into a multi-mile-high cacophony. To the north Old Tired Europe, still fighting wars about which it should know better kicks off its duvet while to the south vibrant slowly emerging Africa stretches into a dusty sun and each plot their way to a new ideal. By now the world is at one, tingling behind this gigantuanormous mountain of expectation. It rumbles, disturbing even the deepest trenches of that tiny world pond that separates this knowing bundle from the Americas, new worlds remade old and ready. Meso-Indians and Modern Immigrants mingle across optic fibres as they surf this Tsunami of unstoppableness. What is it we have created? We have created a
A BEAUTIFUL THING
TO COVER THE GLOBE’S SURFACE
SUFFOCATING THE NEGATVITIY AND REVEALLING
IN ITS WAKE
Today, I’ve experienced compassion. Last night I went to a writer’s group and on the train home my phone fell from my pocket. When I realised half an hour later, I was a mix of frustrated and fuming at my stupidity. But the Lawyer said ring it, we did and Ryan from Carshalton answered. He had it, he trusted me with his address and off I toddled today to collect it. A simple but kind act that has saved me hours of aggravation.
Then I came home and the Pond Expert had come round to help me with my fruit trees – he’s a fruit tree expert as well. In his hot hand he held a Spurtle.
The name suggests a Pokémon creature, the shape is more redolent of Harry Potter. In fact it is a Scottish kitchen tool to help make perfect porridge. Indeed the 2014 World Porridge champion, an Aberdeen doctor, Izhar Khan credits the spurtle, carved for him by a patient for his success. A generous gift, hand-carved just with me and my love of porridge in mind: it brought a big grin to my face.
So good people, let rip that mill race, lift up those sluices and let the juices of compassion flow.