Sunday evening often brings a musical ponder. All I ask – a few minutes listening to one of the shadow people you scurry past every day. Rendered invisible, inhabiting a realm outside our comfort zone – we avoid eye contact, pretend to look at our phones, or brace our delicate sensibilities until well beyond their presence.
Drug addiction, mental illness, violence, poverty and circumstance – not easy to solve. I’m not asking for, or expecting acknowledgement as the magic wand capable of wiping it away. All I could hope for is a fleeting moment of realization – a moment when compassion allows us to see people hidden in the shadows.