Who has enemies? Is it not just a viewpoint? Our systems inadvertently create opposites, and then contrary support systems. Together, one to one, we can make peace.

Just now, reading the responses here I have gained insight into our collective life (oneness)’ and I thank you all for your heartfelt expressions.

A shared memory with my wife, laughs with our son or two daughters, smiles with four granddaughters, calls from our niece, gatherings with extended family and a smile with a passing stranger to name just a few. Awareness helps.

The light, just the light. No ocean, nor river, no dramatic colors, nor special nor unusual sounds. Just a morning, 7:30 as I write. Nice even though there are always concerns lurking in the mind.

Stop, look, go?

Vulnerability is due to a lack on control; as we age we realize how little control we have had. “Life is what happens when we are busy making other plans,” as John Lennon sang to his son.

Listening and seeing in equal measure. Assessing, not so much.

Smile first and follow by demonstrating that there is peace and love within whatever sphere we occupy as all who responded here have done. You are: ????

Everything is connected; all is impermanent. Compassion is necessary on good days and bad days.

Our interconnectivity is endless, anonymous or otherwise. Smiles all around as we service one another!

All kindness is touching, but especially when it happens between people who are unfamiliar with the others.

Overwhelmed and silenced by the everyday, known only in this moment.

With the sun, hope to see it again tomorrow but love it now. It is revered with all it brings for now.

Always when looking into the faces of my wife, son, daughters, son-in-law and granddaughters.

Life — until it is not. ????

Caring is not always doing,sometimes it is just prescence, sometimes it is smiling at someone you’ve never seen before.

In silence and awareness.

“Small beauty” is beauty that might have otherwise been missed. But as look now out the glass door at the back of our apartment I see light filtering thorough greening branches above the roofs of garages, and my words cannot contain the beauty.

That we are too judgmental?

Spot on, Kevin.