Not everyone grew up with the privilege of taking Hope for granted.
To know, without question, the world is safe, and that we can imagine – and achieve – better things for our lives, our kids and grandkids, and humanity’s overall future.
Hope is a thing of children, even in rough places. It’s a thing of the child inside of us.
So if you can touch Hope, even if buried under a sticky topsoil of doubt and debris, I’m asking you to grow it. A Hope that includes all of us.
Cynicism, realism, snark, trolling, and ‘winning’ have gotten us here, digitally and politically. Not sure I’m a fan.
Hope is visions of ‘better,’ of more love, of pleasant surprises, of progress, of growth. Hope is a seedling facing the sun, and any person dancing freely.
Hope lies quietly under Faith, steeped in the magic of personal dreams and foundational knowing.
Hope does not always make sense. Hope is strongest when it doesn’t.
Sometimes Hope is just you being you: knowing it’s a good day and not worrying about tomorrow.
Sometimes it is art: putting together a vision with mystery and verve.
If you can look forward to anything, you know Hope.
Our culture is moving with the speed of electricity & light across hundreds of millions of little screens screaming with manipulative attention thieves. These screens are living within arms length of most of us. They are nearly parts of us.
Hope can run this fast too. Hope comes to you, and speeds around the globe via moments of bravery, of beauty, of any little thing growing toward good. Or Looking toward good.
Hope is of nature, of underdogs, of starry nights, and of bright mornings.
Hope is also of Mournings. We know our deceased ancestors are feeling better. Knowing.
Hope is here.
Vision comes next.
