When we bare our inwardness fully, exposing our strengths and frailties alike, we discover a kinship in all living things. And from this kinship a kindness moves through us and between us.
The mystery is that being authentic is the only thing that reveals to us our kinship with life.
It is why we are moved, even if we don’t admit it, when strangers let down and show themselves. It is why we stop to help others.
When we put ourselves fully before another, it makes love possible, the way the stubborn land goes soft before the sea.