"Talking in the Rain" by Margret Hofheinz-Döring
I regularly remind directees (and myself, for that matter) that we are all mixtures and that trying to fulfill an idealized self-image is both impossible and spiritually damaging. Here's a little something about that:
Maybe one day we'll grow weary of whining and celebrate the rain, the manna, the half-filled glass of water, the little gifts from heaven that make each day bearable. Instead of cloaking ourselves in the armor of pessimism, maybe we'll concede that we are who we are: capricious, unfortune, wonderful, delicate, alive. Forgiven.
— Mark Collins in On the Road to Emmaus