Our world is unraveling, division deeper than we’ve known in generations. In times like these, we need more than our individual wisdom. We need the guidance of those who survived their own impossible eras, who endured and persevered and found ways to keep love alive in the darkest hours.

Your ancestors know what it means to navigate catastrophe. The grandmothers who survived wars, the great-grandfathers who witnessed empires fall, the wise women who held communities together when everything was breaking apart. They’re waiting to share what they learned about resilience, about keeping your heart open when the world demands you close it, about finding the sacred in the rubble.

This isn’t escapism. This is calling upon the deep wisdom that lives in your bones, the survival knowledge passed down through generations, the fierce love that has always carried humanity through its darkest passages.

~Mirabai Starr

finding the gentle ones…

inquiry for today~ where will you land?

wandering back to love…

We may never hold titles that history recalls,

nor leave behind riches that glitter with age.

Yet if our days are marked by kindness,

if our words have softened sorrow

and our hands have steadied another’s fall,

then we have lived with true abundance.

For love, once planted, outlives us all-

it weaves itself quietly into the fabric of generations,

carrying our light into places we will never see.

And when our final chapter closes,

it is not accolades that endure,

but the legacy of a heart that chose to love.

~Mitra