I just left a conversation with two friends who happen to be the parents of a classmate of my son. I actually like them a lot but it feels to me as if I don’t yet know them very well. Despite that they opened up to me abolut a very personal and poignant event in their life that they were marking today and although I felt honored to share it with them and appreciate their good fortune there was yet a nagging discomfort.
As I walked to the train I found myself turning the situation over in my mind again and again. When is it appropriate to open up and to be so vulnerable? Is their a certain amount of time that needs to pass or is it something more ieffable than that? Writing this now it occurs to me that the disease may simply be a result of the rawness and vulnerability that we feel when we completely open without pretense.
Sabbe satta sabba dukkha pamuccantu.
Cattāri Brahmavihārā 
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