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Some days, the challenge is not only to accept our hardships, but to recognize that the injustices we endure are there to polish our hearts and make us better...
I recognize it's easier said than done, yet know radical acceptance and gratitude work miracles.
Ode to my Guardian
My guardian is an angel
with a broken wing
—she cannot fly far
but how she can sing:
One who knows how to accept,
will taste a hidden sweetness,
even in great suffering.
Artists must be believers—
so dependent are they
upon the Mystery