Hope Rises

Hope rises and dreams flicker and die. Love plans for tomorrow and loneliness thinks of yesterday. Life is beautiful and living is pain.


– Hunter S. Thompson

Love plans for tomorrow. I love this, especially now, on the cusp of midterm elections which are so important for the welfare of our country. Call me an optimist–I cannot help it. I’ve watched so many dreams flicker into the night the last two years but hope, and the grace that ushers it in still rises.

It rises in spite of the urge to brace myself for yet another disappointing outcome.

It rises in the face of hatred, delusion, and injustices.

It rises because life has shown me in dramatic ways that big dreams don’t die. One fine morning they wake us up when the time is right.

Each new day offers us the gift of choosing a new path or starting fresh on the one we’ve chosen. Creating new pathways requires an open and courageous heart–a heart that is willing to have new conversations with the hope of fully seeing oneself.

Beauty has a way of springing me into action. This morning I walked into the bathroom and received a glimpse of this sunrise and before I knew it, my coat was on, shoes were on my feet and I was up on the hill in my backyard.

Let the beauty you wish to see be your motivation. Nothing worthwhile comes from disdain and hatred. It feels like a fight because it is one, but do not let your heart be a casualty on this painful battlefield.


Photo Credits:  October Sunrise, by Susan J. Preston. Santa Fe, New Mexico, © 2018, all rights reserved
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