My son has become a bit of a world traveler.  I think it’s good.  There is something deeply impacting to the psyche when witnessing the challenges of a third world country, in seeing true poverty.  I suspect depression is not nearly so prevalent in people who have shared life on that fringe of existence and then found their way into the prosperity of our world.  They know and will likely never forget how blessed they are.

It has now been many years since I traveled any distance.  Years ago I thought I might never stop traveling.  I wanted to see the world, see the people and help them.  Since then with the raising of family and new found passions I have discovered myself more than satisfied with all the ways I can help the world from my doorstep.

I have found the biggest differences I have been able to make have been with those who are closest to me.  I have found that learning to change myself, my ways of thinking and behaving, has been the most empowering action I have been able to consistently take.

Still I do my best to make a difference.  I suppose because in my heart I know how unnecessary lack and suffering are.  When I see another in pain I seek to be present in love.  This doesn’t necessarily mean giving anything beyond the affirmation that they are more than enough to overcome their challenges.  It does mean showing up with compassion.