I had begun to feel the walls close in on my office and the surging amount of deep stupidity, rampant pettiness, and the societal training in inadequacy was working on me real good.
Years ago, my friend had taught an Arabic phrase that loosely translates into “change the weather when you are feeling down.”
I put this wisdom into action and went outside. My feet stopped at Webster Street, and the Sunrail was approaching. It got closer and I just stood there, waiting.
Then, the first boxcar zoomed past my face. And then the second, third, fourth, and so on. It was done in a moment and I watched the whole thing move on.
I looked ahead while the railroad crossing arms lifted, and in front of me was an invitation to walk into my inherent compassion for all beings, basic respect for myself, and reverence for the massive interconnectedness we all share.