My latest lunchtime obsession? Watching Netflix documentaries while tucking into my sandwich (self-employment has its perks!)
This week I watched Extremis, focusing on end of life care in a busy ICU across the pond.
At one point a kind doctor sits with a patient, a homeless man, and asks if he has any family.
After a long pause he whispers "not that I know of", to which the doctor replies "it's ok, we'll look after you."
Her words were so gentle.
I found myself crying great tears of sorrow for those of our soul siblings who don't have anyone to call family during frightening times, while also remembering moments where I could have offered compassion and kindness to someone, stranger or friend, homeless or not, but instead chose to focus exclusively on my own thoughts and needs.
It doesn't take much to be kind.
Smiling at a stranger on the bus, offering someone a hot drink, thanking the postman for your parcel, asking those you come into contact with "how are you today?" and listening, really listening, to their answer.
And it doesn't take much to give within our means to charity, to support a cause we're passionate about, to volunteer our time, energy, resources in some small way.
It doesn't take much to see each other as human beings, as souls, as equal, and yet we sometimes forget and push on with our lives regardless, blocking out certain people and turning away instead of turning towards.
Perhaps it's easy when afraid to narrow our vision to such an extent that we cut out anybody who isn't, well, us.
To put our own needs first and to forget others completely.
To say "this is going to benefit me, so I'm going to embrace it" even if such a course of action has a devastating impact on another.
There is so much we can do from where we are right now to remember our oneness, breaking through the illusion of separation.
It doesn't have to be anything huge, mighty, on show.
Our actions can be small, discreet, powerful.
What matters is our willingness to move through our fear, to move through an urge to retreat, an urge to fragment ourselves from community, and to instead seek compassionate connection.
I'm thinking about all of this as I glance at my polling card, ready to be taken with me to my local polling station this evening (it's a general election here in the UK today).
Compassion-led voting is another way in which we can remember and honour the needs of our soul siblings, even should such needs differ greatly to our own.
May we walk through life awake, sweet friends, remembering that our choices have far reaching consequences.
We lose when thinking only of ourselves.
We win when remembering that we are one and the same, extending support and love to everyone, everyone, rather than seeking only to further our own abundance - material, spiritual, relationship-wise or otherwise.
With love and heartfelt hope,
Deck featured: Dame Darcy's Mermaid Tarot