When my youngest son was a toddler, he came to me, pulling at his ears complaining that they hurt. With all the innocence of a child, he said, "I think I have ear compassion." The sweetness of his mistake poured into my heart at just how profound his declaration really was.
For all of our families, friends, loved ones - would that we could practice ear compassion rather than infection. Gentleness, love, allowance. The interpretation we're looking for is only ever returned by the grace or graceless manner of our own expectations and intent; if we want love and healing, then ear compassion is where it is. Oh, little Mister - beautiful!
- This Carman Girl
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