To be honest, I hope has been the word mostly ending in “less” until my stages of recovery allowed me to attempt to find myself again. I don’t have much that I can guarantee will give me hope when I turn to it, but there are some beautiful things and some loving people in this world and I know that as I build my own self and love further in time, hope will be all around us.
Today, I thought I’d share this poem that reminds me how expensive the universes and how wonderful it is to experience just one more day with what is truly and personally meaningful in life, whatever that may be for you or for me. I don’t know a lot of poetry, but this one has stayed with me for decades, and stayed in my family for perhaps even a century or more. Somethings just kind of follow you throughout life, stick with you, ya know?Maybe it’s important to slow down to think of what important may be lurking concealed all these years. Well, every once in a while, at least. Enjoy and share your own sources of hope and belief. Voices can be our victory!! 😉