Joy Takes the Subway
I don’t go to Paris often, but when I do, it seems I spend most of my time in the subway (métro). The younger crowd are all busy with their smartphones. Only the tourists keep an eye peeled, and for good reason. Everything is new, and moreover, better get off at the right station. Each subway car I entered on Tuesday had its beggar, and even some of those didn’t make any more eye contact with me than did the other travelers ; even they were in a hurry and preoccupied !
In the afternoon I got some good news that made me feel joyful. It’s odd, because in the trips that followed I came upon fellow commuters with a welcoming look, who even smiled. Smiled at one another and at me. It was magical !
How did it happen ? A stroke of luck, of coïncidence, or was it a hint of my own inner joy that was contagious? There, we can see (maybe !) an example of what Peter Brook, the British theatrical director, calls shared mind. Jung explains it. A Course in Miracles affirms it : There are no private thoughts.
We need to be vigilant, for not only the flu is contagious ! At the very least, let’s try and look at our subway neighbors with kindness, for invisible wavelengths connect us to one another far more than we can imagine.