I had a thought.

I have come to believe that kindness is often the result of trauma on the way to being healed. The most compassionate people I know have had to carry heavy burdens. They know the weight, and have decided to help others carry theirs. My favorite type of kind.

This little fellow came for a visit outside my window.

Cooper's Hawk, Checking out the very broken pool cover. Checking me out, checking you out.

The silence of peace is sacred. Those moments between breath and pulse when nature can shiver your soul with a soft voice. See me. Hear me. Breathe me. It is why morning treads quiet with foggy breath and night falls soft with nothing but dew to mark it's path.

We’re one day into Joe Biden’s proper lame duck presidency. He didn’t pardon Leonard Peltier. Pardon Peltier, Joe.

They both came over to offer comfort, worried about their human. Sharing the floof love. She purrs, he pants, both want to make better, and then get back to the feedings.