Today started out differently than I had planned, when my friend Lucy called to let me know she wouldn’t be meeting me because she had a family emergency. We were scheduled to serve hot lunches to community members (through her church outreach program). Since I had Chandler with me, however, it didn’t work out for me to go either.
I had an opportunity to take public transportation today, and I found myself speaking with several different people, feeling completely comfortable with each of them. At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if there is still an underlying angst among regular riders after the stabbing earlier this month.
Some of the people I’ve been in conversation with this week have spoken to a feeling of general unease, and a sadness that such an act occurred here. Still others have spoken to less interaction with their neighbors based on political divisiveness and being unable to accept the choices their neighbors have made.And still others are looking for the place of alignment; often without success.
It seems as if the energy in Portland is a micro example of what’s occurring on a macro level in this country and in the world. I am certainly moved by the emotions and experiences of the people I meet.
Sometimes, the only way that I can offer Peace to others is through a moment as we pass each other on the street. In that moment, I try and make eye contact, to let them know that they are seen. Then, even if only for a split second, we have a chance to be Peace with one another.