What is hope for if not to imagine a better tomorrow from the space that we are but what if that change is about finding who we really are in the reflection of who we think we are not?
What if our hope is a flower created from the unwanted and it isn’t ever empty even when it doesn’t happen?
What if our hope is about recognizing that we do advance in some manner regardless of missteps or preconceived ideas?
What if our hope’s purpose is to quietly pour nourishment into our soil so that we can invite flowers to bloom but still be all right if they don’t?
What if our hope is telling us that our own tight boundaries haven’t been letting light in?
What if our hope is reminding us that we are assuming that the weight of yesterday’s sorrow must be carried the same way into the tomorrows?
What if our hope is really our courage in disguise but we haven’t had the confidence to define it in our stories like that?
What if our hope balances all that we are against the noise of the dragons that tell us all that we are not?
What if our hope is the magic in the dark that is meant to be held in our hearts and not always in our hands?
What if our hope’s value as a tool in our artwork is most often expressed in ordinary moments?
What if our hope controls the space of the best days and otherwise, articulating the beauty that exists wherever we are?
What if our hope always brings what we need even though what it gives back isn’t always what we imagined we wanted?
When we haven’t heard from our hope, we get through it by opening it up so that it may move on our pages, turning past marks on the walls and captions into trustworthy steps whether wishes would come true or not.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
The first step of change is to have hope but as within the community of perfectly imperfect things, not all of the pieces in the process are beautiful nor do they always make sense in the storytelling of our very own art.
And when we turn around to look into all the hope that we have held onto on our travels, we are caught in the undertow of the losses because the home language of hope is about getting what we want not about what happens along the path towards it.
Hope, though, is much bigger and often what we forget are the things that are meant to nourish us on the longer journey of getting to the other side of a dream as well as all of the future ones.
So how would you feel if you were only a couple of steps ahead of the place that some idea of different was created from moments and emotions picked up along the way?
Would your thoughts say to that wish “here I come” or would that point still be far enough away from what you want that you would slowly begin to breathe in maybe?
If you knew that part of the details of hope is staying in one spot or others for longer than desired, would you still believe that you are losing or would you remind yourself to just hold on because most hope requires a long game?
Can you find a way to put down any doubt that whispers but still lean into the reminder that you are possible with or without the proof that you will get there?
What would you change about your wishes and thoughts if you were aware that the reality of hope on the outside has the ability to stretch thin the delicate ones that live on the inside and that it has nothing to do with who you are?
Our norm has been to add unmaterialized hope onto our pages as the loud grief of defeat, however hope is not really an item or location but rather a quiet connection between where we are and the next version of ourselves that we get to create over time.
This is me and what my greatest loss of hope has to say is that to dream about what was so uncertain was powerful, especially in the presence of dragons, and even though it didn’t make sense nor was it beautiful, it was the moving towards that idea that grew strength not what ended up happening.
It would be a shame to let go of hope in the conditions of a bit of a rough patch because within the pieces of the very community that lives in our homes, we can have losses right alongside our gains and still be all right with our artistry.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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