hope

I think hope is the one thing that keeps me going during the dark times. Without it, I couldn’t ever imagine things improving, yet they do! And I strongly believe the do because I hope.

I’m marking this done although I will continue to hope that things remain positive and healthy and happy, for me and mine. So that we can continue to add positive energies to the universal consciousness.

Hope pays off! I’m very happy and thankful to have met someone that makes me feel that way.

“You see things and say ‘why?’, but I dream things that never were and I say ‘why not?’”

- George Bernard Shaw

There is a candle in your heart,
ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul,
ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?
You feel the separation
from the Beloved.
Invite Him to fill you up,
embrace the fire.
Remind those who tell you otherwise that
Love
comes to you of its own accord,
and the yearning for it
cannot be learned in any school.

From: ‘Hush Don’t Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi’
Translated by Sharam Shiva

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.

Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

The spring grass showing itself where least expected,
The rolling fluff of white clouds on a changeable sky,
The broadcast of strings from Japan, bells from Moscow,
Of the voice of the prime minister of Sweden carried
Across the sea in behalf of a world family of nations
And children singing chorals of the Christ child
And Bach being broadcast from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
And tall skyscrapers practically empty of tenants
And the hands of strong men groping for handholds
And the Salvation Army singing God loves us….

by Carl Sandberg 

Something devastating happened to me last July. It took all my strength to move through it and beyond to where I am now. All this time I felt a bit sorry for myself. I couldn’t help but wonder why, since I try to be a good person, good things couldn’t be there for me.

This morning I found out that a good thing did happen back then. Sometimes things look good on the outside, but they really aren’t. Sometimes you don’t see it until it’s too late.

Something was looking out for me back then. Even though I didn’t see it. Even though I lost all hope for a time. I believe now that it would have been much worse had I stayed in that situation. The end would have been the same but the time spent would have been greater, and who knows what the damage would have been.

I wish him and his daughters all the best things in this world and any others that may be. But I wish him away from me.

My 13 year old daughter informed me today that St. Valentine’s day has now been made politically correct and is called Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D.).

Apparently it’s the day of the year that people are most aware of their “singleness”.

She and her friends thought it was hilarious. It is very creative, but truly sad because it’s so true.

A BABY hippopotamus, swept into the Indian Ocean by the tsunami, is finally coming out of his shell thanks to the love of a 120-year-old tortoise.

warning do not read if you are offended by inter-species adoption. :)

I’m running a bit low on hope lately. Work is always stressful but this week has been significantly more so. We tried to get an informal group lunch together to raise people’s spirits. 5 out of 12 showed up. People are just fed up, I think. I need to find something positive to focus on this weekend, and get out of this slump.

This is an example that gives me hope (for some odd reason).

The Day It Snowed In Miami

True story!