John Rinaldo

@giannipov

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John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Apr 14

A scent, a memory, a father’s faith—The Scent of Ash and Leather is a raw Palm Sunday reflection. Listen now on Substack.#Palmsunday #christiantiktok #grateful #memories #italian #mass

It’s hard not to drift into the what-ifs. I do it too. Looking forward takes effort — real effort — like climbing a mountain when your legs already feel weak. And some days, I just don’t have it in me. But even then, I remind myself: one small step is still a step. And tomorrow…

giannipov's tweet image. It’s hard not to drift into the what-ifs. I do it too. Looking forward takes effort — real effort — like climbing a mountain when your legs already feel weak. And some days, I just don’t have it in me. But even then, I remind myself: one small step is still a step. And tomorrow…

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

15 h

Saturday has always been one of my favorite days — the place where so many of my childhood memories were born. Like the sun rising in the east, it felt like a small rebirth each week, a quiet promise that life could begin again in the soft light of morning.

giannipov's tweet image. Saturday has always been one of my favorite days — the place where so many of my childhood memories were born. Like the sun rising in the east, it felt like a small rebirth each week, a quiet promise that life could begin again in the soft light of morning.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

22 h

Rest now. Let sleep gather the pieces the day scattered. The night will hold you until the light returns, and when morning comes, it will be a new day — quieter, clearer, and waiting for you to begin again.

giannipov's tweet image. Rest now. Let sleep gather the pieces the day scattered. The night will hold you until the light returns, and when morning comes, it will be a new day — quieter, clearer, and waiting for you to begin again.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

It’s the golden hour somewhere… a brief, tender light that turns the world soft and honest. A reminder that even if your day feels heavy, someone, somewhere, is standing in a moment that glows. And soon enough, your light will come around again too.

giannipov's tweet image. It’s the golden hour somewhere… a brief, tender light that turns the world soft and honest. A reminder that even if your day feels heavy, someone, somewhere, is standing in a moment that glows. And soon enough, your light will come around again too.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

Who else could use an espresso, a warm croissant, and this peaceful view right now?

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

I haven’t been, but I know it well through stories — Chamonix, where Mont Blanc towers, the air feels sharp with possibility, and every morning looks painted by hand. Have you been?

giannipov's tweet image. I haven’t been, but I know it well through stories — Chamonix, where Mont Blanc towers, the air feels sharp with possibility, and every morning looks painted by hand. Have you been?

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@the_gpc_

Nov 14

Walking up the staircase 📸 By: pete wands

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

Winter is arriving, but the beauty remains — the quiet shift from fall to frost, leaves giving way to snow. Mother Nature changes her coat, not her grace. In the stillness of the turning season, we’re reminded that every ending carries its own kind of wonder.

giannipov's tweet image. Winter is arriving, but the beauty remains — the quiet shift from fall to frost, leaves giving way to snow. Mother Nature changes her coat, not her grace. In the stillness of the turning season, we’re reminded that every ending carries its own kind of wonder.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

Simply beautiful….From the ISS, astronauts captured an incredible sight: a deep red aurora stretching over North America, its glow tracing the curve of Earth’s upper atmosphere. Credit: NASA

giannipov's tweet image. Simply beautiful….From the ISS, astronauts captured an incredible sight: a deep red aurora stretching over North America, its glow tracing the curve of Earth’s upper atmosphere.

Credit: NASA

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

There’s a moment in the morning when the light of the sun meets the fading night — a quiet handoff between darkness and day, brief and beautiful. I call it… Peaceful!

giannipov's tweet image. There’s a moment in the morning when the light of the sun meets the fading night — a quiet handoff between darkness and day, brief and beautiful. I call it… Peaceful!

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

In the quiet moments, assumptions replace truth and misunderstandings spread fast. A call I didn’t want revealed how fear shapes stories. Listening, honesty, and presence can cut through the fog and bring clarity where silence once created confusion. open.substack.com/pub/rinaldoj/p…

giannipov's tweet image. In the quiet moments, assumptions replace truth and misunderstandings spread fast. A call I didn’t want revealed how fear shapes stories. Listening, honesty, and presence can cut through the fog and bring clarity where silence once created confusion. open.substack.com/pub/rinaldoj/p…

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

As the sun rises over the autumn peaks of the Italian Alps, along the footsteps of my ancestry, I think about the days I once lived without knowing their worth. The mountains remind me: nothing is ever truly lost: it waits in the quiet, asking to be remembered.

giannipov's tweet image. As the sun rises over the autumn peaks of the Italian Alps, along the footsteps of my ancestry, I think about the days I once lived without knowing their worth. The mountains remind me: nothing is ever truly lost: it waits in the quiet, asking to be remembered.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

Sometimes we wake because there is unfinished business… a thought that won’t settle, a feeling that won’t sleep. It’s life nudging us gently in the dark, reminding us that some things still need our courage.

giannipov's tweet image. Sometimes we wake because there is unfinished business… a thought that won’t settle, a feeling that won’t sleep. It’s life nudging us gently in the dark, reminding us that some things still need our courage.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 14

I was in Madrid and experienced this kind of service firsthand. Honestly, for the past couple of days I’ve been watching these videos just waiting for them to drop the tray. 😂

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 13

The northern lights have been incredible these past few days, and then this showed up on my desktop background — the aurora in Tromsø, Norway. Perfect timing.

giannipov's tweet image. The northern lights have been incredible these past few days, and then this showed up on my desktop background — the aurora in Tromsø, Norway. Perfect timing.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 13

I hear you. It’s okay to feel heavy, to step back, and to let the quiet hold you for a while. Rest is not weakness — it’s how a tired heart finds its way home again. I’m grateful you’re safe, and when your voice is ready, I’ll be right here to listen.

giannipov's tweet image. I hear you. It’s okay to feel heavy, to step back, and to let the quiet hold you for a while. Rest is not weakness — it’s how a tired heart finds its way home again. I’m grateful you’re safe, and when your voice is ready, I’ll be right here to listen.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 13

The whole world paused to look up at the Northern Lights — a rare moment when wonder rose higher than the algorithm. It reminded us that beauty doesn’t need permission to appear; it only needs eyes willing to lift from the noise and meet the sky.

giannipov's tweet image. The whole world paused to look up at the Northern Lights — a rare moment when wonder rose higher than the algorithm. It reminded us that beauty doesn’t need permission to appear; it only needs eyes willing to lift from the noise and meet the sky.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 13

The aurora comes like a quiet promise, born from storms we never see. It asks for patience — a dark horizon, a late hour, a heart willing to wait. And when the sky finally opens, the lights remind us that rare beauty still finds those who stay ready.

giannipov's tweet image. The aurora comes like a quiet promise, born from storms we never see. It asks for patience — a dark horizon, a late hour, a heart willing to wait. And when the sky finally opens, the lights remind us that rare beauty still finds those who stay ready.

John Rinaldo

@giannipov

Nov 13

The morning comes with a quiet promise — that no matter what yesterday took, today offers something back. A clean sky. A steady breath. A small reason to try again. In that first light, hope returns, simple and honest, asking only that we rise with it.