Since one of my closet and dearest friends mentioned to me this week that the Detroit Jazz Festival presents a Guardian Award to a recipient every year, I’ve been obsessing.
Not on getting the award per se.
Rather, over what exactly I keep guard in my heart.
I’m pretty sure I have a bunch of morals and standards in there that I try to put into practice, sometimes successfully, sometimes not.
A bunch of loved ones who have touched and shaped me, who remind me that I am capable of love in return.
But mostly, I think, there’s a lot of hope and trust in there, which keeps me faithfully guarded against that easy slide into negativity.