As Patches gazed through the window and through her own reflection, I wondered how many times I had done the same while peering in the mirror of my life?
Mirrored reflections can be interesting, but they can also be cruel. Just as hard as it is to keep running from the hound of heaven, so too is it difficult to keep running from oneself.
Serenity is a word I have come to appreciate. With it comes the ability to accept what is mirrored back, both in our own homes and in the words and actions reflected from others. In that serenity is a grace that is divine, a gratitude that is very human, and a humility that pushes one onward towards transcendence.
Mirrored reflections mark the space I once occupied...
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