Remember when we were like mist and would float into a place, mix with all the other droplets of water, and become one thing flowing and moving across the landscape?
"Hope is finding the door to the unknown ajar, with light streaming through the crack." A friend who is a survivor of a childhood brain tumor once told me that quote, said to his family by the surgeon who ultimately saved his life. It resonated with me then, and still does today. Sometimes all we have is hope; let it be enough.
this kind of hope is almost hard to think about and i realize it takes courage to have hope because it means you might be disappointed. we know things will go back to normal, but maybe not as fast as we want. one day in a year or three or five or whenever we'll realize that we haven't thought about it for a while (it meaning COVID) and only then will we realize things are normal.
I am disappointed, often, but then the hope regenerates and I feel it again, stronger. I don't know why I do this, but I do. I cannot wait to have it rewarded.
that's good to think about. i was reading about the Moderna vaccine yesterday and it seems to be the first tangible basis for hope in a long while. what you describe in your poem is so wonderful. was it a dream that we could actually once do these things?
"Remember when we huddled together like rainfall and pooled on city streets and mountainsides?" This took me RIGHT back to Scotland. The photo books from your wedding you made us, the thing that jumps off the pages, was how much hugging there was. I ache to be hugged by you all. I am hopeful that we all can get back to being held again....soon.
God I know. Everyone had so much happiness inside them, the only way to deal with it was to grab someone and hold them close. I miss this so much. The moment we can, let's return.
This is in my mind as well. Here in Hawaii we are used to greeting each other with hugs, even if we are strangers. It's been difficult not to do that. We look forward to giving and receiving that warmth. Mahalo nui loa.
HOPE ❤️ Me too...
Always. Hold it.
"Hope is finding the door to the unknown ajar, with light streaming through the crack." A friend who is a survivor of a childhood brain tumor once told me that quote, said to his family by the surgeon who ultimately saved his life. It resonated with me then, and still does today. Sometimes all we have is hope; let it be enough.
Wow. Powerful. I love this so much.
this kind of hope is almost hard to think about and i realize it takes courage to have hope because it means you might be disappointed. we know things will go back to normal, but maybe not as fast as we want. one day in a year or three or five or whenever we'll realize that we haven't thought about it for a while (it meaning COVID) and only then will we realize things are normal.
I am disappointed, often, but then the hope regenerates and I feel it again, stronger. I don't know why I do this, but I do. I cannot wait to have it rewarded.
that's good to think about. i was reading about the Moderna vaccine yesterday and it seems to be the first tangible basis for hope in a long while. what you describe in your poem is so wonderful. was it a dream that we could actually once do these things?
"Remember when we huddled together like rainfall and pooled on city streets and mountainsides?" This took me RIGHT back to Scotland. The photo books from your wedding you made us, the thing that jumps off the pages, was how much hugging there was. I ache to be hugged by you all. I am hopeful that we all can get back to being held again....soon.
God I know. Everyone had so much happiness inside them, the only way to deal with it was to grab someone and hold them close. I miss this so much. The moment we can, let's return.
This is in my mind as well. Here in Hawaii we are used to greeting each other with hugs, even if we are strangers. It's been difficult not to do that. We look forward to giving and receiving that warmth. Mahalo nui loa.