The sacred space of compassion

IMG20171004092818Having recently read different posts discussing the sacredness of spaces, and the equal access to these spaces, had me come to a few realisations.
We love to use religion to justify our actions. However, would our character, morality, compassion be otherwise, without the rules of our religion?
From my personal experiences within the last year, I discovered the most sacred of spaces (in my personal opinion).

A space which held the least judgement. A space which displayed compassion. A space at which emotions were heightened yet pain was shared. A space where a Superior Creator was present yet no war was created. A space where there was hope, faith, compassion, prayer, pain, and the rawness of humanity.
A hospital waiting room!
There is a difference between being in a hospital environment as a medical profession, as a patient and as someone in the waiting room. It amazes me to see the natural softening of hearts. To feel the energy of hope and prayer being sent to different parties. And of course, the sharing of food and a lot of tea!
Of course, these experiences differ based on hospital environments. But this is not an analysis of the comfort, or the cleanliness or the efficiency of staff. This is an observation of human interaction, when people allow their natural walls to come down. To feel and connect with others in different situations. Without imposing their own views, methods, religions, laws, morals or ideals on the people around them.IMG20171004092822
It is one of the only environments where people can easily agree to disagree without even a conversation. Where people are careful of the feelings of strangers. Where prayers are prayed by different beliefs to different ideas of Creators and no wars are triggered and no names are being called.
On one of my visits to Waterfall Hospital earlier this year, I met the daughter of a patient who shared a ward with us.

I knew her family from having shared their experience as they shared ours. And politely asking how her mum was coping I was directed to a women crying in the waiting room. As soon as she saw me she hugged me and cried. No words were said. Just a hug. A strange sight to the people there who knew I was not there for this family, but rather for my own. Staunch Christian lady being consoled by a Hijabed stranger.
As we sat down and I finally offered some consolation I noticed a few people staring. After a while those staring came to ask if she was alright. Three men, dressed in orthodox religious attire sat down and offered her words of comfort from their religious texts. Without harshness, without physical contact, with just words, prayers, and thoughts. They held her space.
This interaction reminded me of how vulnerable we are. Of how inherent kindness is within us. Of how we use laws, rules, religions to create barriers, walls and divisions. When our natural instinct is to be kind. To share our feelings without judgment. And to connect to people regardless of our differences.
I hope this serves as a reminder, the holiest and most sacred of grounds may be determined by a spirit instead of by being declared holy by a sign, symbol or religion.

To the De Costa Family, my condolences.

“To Him do we belong, and To Him do we return”