Chewing on this one, so feel free to leave your two cents. I'm hearing a theme I never noticed. Being good, peculiar folk, some of my circles are deepening the practice of living well in community with others. Any sort of relationship, from your intimate family to the random person in the grocery aisle. How do we love well?
This sneaky little temptation to fix them sometimes comes to play. Often, just lending a listening ear leads to helpless grieving, since the more you listen the more you bear their burden with them. Speaking too quickly or offering general advice can be downright offensive. Personal brisk pace and weariness can build a barrier to intimacy because I've left no room to experience your journey with you. It just can't be endured. There is a frailty that comes in extending compassion, in loving well, in being together, in living in community. What's a neighbor to do?