I have lived through things I would never have thought I was capable of, and I’m much less afraid than I used to be.
The process of wounding awakens us to our strength.
It shuffles our values, and the top priority is never what you thought it would be.
It’s never about perfection, or power.
It always turns out to be about LOVE.
Knowing ourselves to be vulnerable and our time here to be limited,
we’re freed to live more passionately, and fully than we have before,
to discover what’s worth fighting for and who we are.
Real strength is buried at the depths of any wound we have survived.
~author unknown
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Art by Elizabeth Munroz
"Wound Healing"
This is my personal journal sharing the joys of living life as a rose, where roots go deep, thorns are sharp and painful, but life is worth the bloom! Life, for me includes a diagnosis of Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia. I have previously survived a diagnosis of another cancer called Chondrosarcoma.
Wednesday
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Your artwork is so beautiful and the words are very meaningful!
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