“Hold yourself as a mother holds her child,” the Buddha once counseled. With kindness, tolerance and a reverence for this life so graciously bestowed.

Each moment, in fact, a testimony to this miracle – of breath, of being, of love and light.

Though even with the best of intentions, we lose our way. We forget the source by which our compassion grows.

We walk this path as mindful servant; observing, yes – but guarding, as well.

Each day, the morning breaks within; the glory of dawn comprised of warmth and shadows.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️