Today I am in a place of enormous pain, stretched on the rack that is life. For various reasons, I have lost my independence. I have needed to lay down my life and embrace an ashy path.
So how am I finding hope in all this? It’s interesting because when I felt joyous, then hope felt like something amorphous, that I could hold onto.
And what of now? I find myself thinking what Hope would look like if she was real. I imagine how she would hold me and tell me all will be well. And in this imagining that there is comfort. So hope has metamorphosed into Hope, my friend.
So sitting here waiting for my removal men who are late, I think that Hope will help me. She for in my mind she is female, represents compassion and kindness, cups of tea, roses and gentle words, singing, laughter and above all friendship. Hope does not disappoint, although life often does.
So my hope recipe today is to focus on Hope in times of pain and she will find you.