@sillysassy
This is allllllllll for @Katota
I’m benefitting from seeing that kindness - and from the message of the graphic. I love that message! AND the wisdom shared by Tahlia Hunter. You, Ms. Sassy seem like a genuinely kind soul. Thank you for sharing it!
This setting gives me positive vibes. So I share with you.
Good vibes to all today
Thinking about the Cuddle Community as a beautiful group under the umbrella of ALL and I was reminded how possible it is to connect with each other when we want to even if we are from very very different backgrounds. To everyone who has a desire to love in an inclusive human being kind of way, thank you for YOU! This is a beautiful sentiment. 💗
Quoted by many but most probably originated in ancient times and I have not done extensive research on the original author.
Kindness is always within our means to share 💗
“But I haven’t achieved anything today,” she said.
And yet she’d bought an extra coffee for the man sat on the street outside the cafe. She’d donated some books to charity on her way into work. She’d sponsored her niece for the marathon she was running and she’d bought cakes for her colleagues ‘just because’.
She’d made people feel seen, valued, cared for. She had achieved something so productive that it had the power to make someone’s day.
She had achieved kindness.
And the best part was… she didn’t even realise how well she’d done it.
Never underestimate the power of your kindness ❤
Becky Hemsley🌸 Beautiful Art source via Pinterest
@sillysassy Pope Francis did not say that. That's just not the way popes talk. See Snopes.
Happy Last Saturday of August everyone!!! 🍁🍂🍃 Its a cool misty morning here today, and I think it is the first time I looked around and really FELT like Fall was right around the corner.
I was chatting with a beautiful friend who said "I always feel like Back to School time is a reset in my life. I know some people really see the New Year as such.... but for me, its this time of year." I thought that was so lovely. We talked about our childhood and how every year we would get new shoes or clothes, notebooks and maybe glasses. Starting school in the fall all of those years, set in motion this idea of the NEW starting in the Fall for us.
It made me think of one of my most favorite heart healing reminders....
Thank you for the reminders @sillysassy I needed that 🙏🤗
@Sideon I love that. Cheers to the whimsical indeed!! 🩵🩵🩵
Someone lovely shared this with me.
I feel like this is incredibly true and somewhat rare 💗
Thank you for sharing the wild magic.
I was very grateful to see this. “Holding Space” for someone can sometimes feel confusing. This was a super helpful way to explain it.
Sending hugs and encouragement through the Cuddleverse for all and to all a Happy Tuesday!! 😊
Because of history... we have hindsight. I saw this today and was reminded of a beautiful truth. Amidst the chaos and frustration and fear... WE get to decide how we treat each other. It seems only a few months ago we said this because of world wide issues.
We know what happens when we dehumanize each other. We know where the cliff is. And that knowledge—that terrible, beautiful knowledge—is our power.
Cheers to chilly positivity!! 💙❄⛄
"While the rest of us doomscroll into the void, she sits at a desk in Maine—translating chaos into hope."
Her name is Heather Cox Richardson, and to over 2.6 million people who read her words every morning, she's become something the internet desperately needs: a voice that doesn't panic.
Every night, when anxiety is at its peak and the headlines feel unbearable, Richardson sits down to write. She's a history professor at Boston College, but what she does goes far beyond academia. She takes the chaos of this moment and holds it up against the clear mirror of the past. She studies the moments when democracies have crumbled. She studies the moments when they've survived. And what she offers is both terrifying and profoundly hopeful.
Here's the truth she keeps reminding us: We think we're trapped in a nightmare we've seen before. We look at the division, the anger, the eroding norms, and we feel a sickening sense of déjà vu. We know how this story ends—or at least, we think we do.
But Richardson challenges that assumption. Think about the people living in America in 1859, she says. To us, looking back through textbooks, the Civil War feels inevitable—a tragedy written in stone. We see the dates, the battles, the outcome. It all seems predetermined.
But to the families sitting around dinner tables in 1859, nothing was written yet. They were just like us. Neighbors who stopped speaking to each other. Ordinary people watching the rhetoric heat up, feeling the tension build, hoping someone else would fix it. They saw the warning signs. They watched norms erode. And step by step, decision by decision, they walked into the fire.
This is what Richardson calls the "terrible inevitability" of the past. Looking back, she can see exactly where the exit ramps were—and exactly where people missed them. The past is locked. The ink is dry. That's the curse of being a historian.
But here's where her message transforms everything:
"The past has its own terrible inevitability," she writes. "But it is never too late to change the future."
This is the vital truth that gets lost in our daily panic. We're not prisoners of a repeating loop. The people of the past didn't have what we have: hindsight. They were walking in the dark. We are not walking in the dark. The lights are on. We know what happens when institutions weaken. We know what happens when we dehumanize each other. We know where the cliff is. And that knowledge—that terrible, beautiful knowledge—is our power.
Richardson reminds us that democracy doesn't usually die in a dramatic explosion. It dies by a thousand small shrugs. It dies when good people decide ------- is "too toxic" to touch. It dies when we retreat into our bubbles and assume the system runs itself.
It dies when we forget that the system is us. But history also teaches the opposite lesson.
The 19th Amendment didn't pass because politicians felt generous—women marched, starved, and fought for it.
The Civil Rights movement didn't succeed because it was inevitable—tired, scared, regular people decided to stand up anyway.
Those victories weren't guaranteed. At the time, they felt impossible. But people fought for them.
We're standing at our own crossroads today. The next chapter is blank. Terrifyingly blank. Waiting for us to pick up the pen. We can choose cynicism. We can look at the patterns and say, "Here we go again." We can let momentum carry us over the edge.
Or we can remember something Richardson wants us to never forget:
Every single day is a choice. How we treat each other. How we engage with truth. Whether we show up or check out.
History is not a weather forecast. It's not something that happens to us while we watch. It's something we create.
Heather Cox Richardson has spent her life studying the ghosts of the past. But she doesn't live there. She lives in the hope of the present. The terrible inevitability only applies to yesterday, she tells us.
Tomorrow is still wet cement. It's waiting for our fingerprints.
I love this... I just love this. 💙🩵🤍
“Tolerance and compromise are such gentle things. But like everything worthwhile, they can take so much courage.” Miss Higgins- Call the Midwife
In the face of so much ugliness and hate that we see everyday, all around us, I think we would do well to remember that we have the ability to help turn the tide.
We have the ability to choose kindness every single day. And that can in turn lead to a ripple effect of kindnesses. And I feel like the strength of that can conquer a LOT of things.
Good morning you beautiful humans!! 🩵
Awwwww I love this.
Sent from a friend. What a delightful reminder.
Such a weekend of reflection at the Human Connections Conference here in Denver. Wow. I love this. Sometimes I don’t think I realize I am moving into a new version of myself. This felt very tender today.
Maybe it resonates with you out there as well. 💕❤️🧡🩷💚💜💗❤️🩹🩵
I am reminded often that there is beauty to be found from communication with people here in this community. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why it felt different but this sums it up nicely.
Choosing kindness in the middle of a world full chaos makes a difference.
Happy Sunday you beautiful humans out in the cuddleverse.
Posting this on behalf of deactivated peeps. I know it’s not a be all end all cure but maybe some of it will help as an added tool in our toolbox. 😊💛☀️🌼🌻
“Doing more things that bring us joy”
Happy Sunday. Sending out positive vibes and hugs.