Day 36 — Hope
I love this word! Not that I myself harbor an unlimited amount of the stuff. Lord knows I find myself despairing and hopeless more often than I care to admit, but Hope is one of those things that just IS. It seems to me to be something that is built into the human DNA. No matter when the way seems blackest to me, that pesky Hope has a way of rearing its (sometimes cruel) head.
The dictionary says:
1. a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.
“he looked through her belongings in the hope of coming across some information”
synonyms: aspiration, desire, wish, expectation, ambition, aim, goal, plan, design;
a feeling of trust.
I wasn’t surprised by the first definition of Hope, but found the second interesting because if there’s a feeling of trust, then there must be something or someone to trust in. Somewhere to focus my Hope.
I’ve never thought much about that. But as childish as it is, I also never pass by a patch of dandelions without picking one, making a wish, and blowing its seeds of hope to who knows where. (This was taken at our cabin a couple years ago, PRE-wishing! 😀 )
Do you do that? What or who do you put YOUR Hope in when you make your wishes, be they via dandelions, birthday candles, stars, wishbones, or the big pig at the entrance to Butchart Gardens near Victoria on Vancouver Island, British Columbia (did it again on the way out, too! 😀 ) A good question to ask yourself!
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul –
and sings the tunes without the words –
and never stops at all.
Picture Credit: www.hopeinitiatives.org