The kindest people are not born that way, they are made.

They are the ones who have dug themselves out of the dark, who have fought to turn every loss into a lesson.

The kindest people don’t just exist – they choose to soften where circumstance has tried to harden them,

they choose to believe in goodness because they have seen firsthand why compassion is so necessary.

They have seen firsthand why tenderness is so important in this world.

~Bianca Sparacino

simply settling in….

inquiry for today~ may your knowing be brighter

calling in the angels

because I was no longer so caught in my puny separateness that had to keep proving I was something.

I was part of the universe, like a tree is, or like grass is, or like water is.

Like storms, like roses. I was just part of it all.

~Ram Dass