Hope is a fly buzzing above your head, aspiring to go higher, happy to be free to fly wherever it chooses, following a dream of food in a not-too-distant sunset. Hope cures depression. Hope creates excitement. Hope is the heart of the world. As a teacher, I hope to one day have my own classroom. As a I writer, I hope to to plant the seeds of hope in the hearts of those that read my books. As a mother, I hope that I am teaching my children all the things that they need to know to be safe, healthy, and happy.
When hope is crushed flat like a fly under a rolled newspaper, there is no chance for a watermelon sunset. No looking forward to tomorrow. No buzz above your head aspiring toward the clouds, perhaps not even a hum in your heart.
A feeling that I am where I need to be right now gives me hope. A compliment of talent gives me hope. And a simple invitation gives me hope. No promise. But a bread crumb trail to follow. Hope for a picnic at the end of the rainbow. Fear of getting squished again? You betcha! But my heart's a humming and I'm making shapes from the clouds again. Excitement is buzzing again. Things are looking up and I hope WHEN (not IF) I have big news (no matter how long from now that will be), that you all will celebrate with me (classroom? book deal?).
Are you hopeful for a brighter tomorrow? On a smaller note, I just hope to get the laundry done and the bills paid tomorrow.
Keep on keepin' on...