Through the process where not everything works out, a flower soaks up what is useful so that all of its petals may unfold their way to its beauty and while not all plants will end up blooming, there’s room for possibilities.
For in those that are lost, there’s still the content of what’s useful, what isn’t and what is ours to take forward as nourishment for the next quests.
To give ourselves everything that we need so that we may embrace the journey instead of never recovering from being stuck on what didn’t exactly bloom along it.
And how that hope is spoken into our stories either shifts it into a travel companion that paints outside of the lines or keeps it spinning from the noise of dragons.
And we don’t have to seek out that despair because we carry it so very easily while attaching hope to balance out what hasn’t worked for us.
But wanting more from a hope that we haven’t really understood as it relates to our stories almost ensures that it remains closed, and rubble is found in the potential that failed to unfold in its own unique way.
Because we are not used to holding hope open so that it may be closer to us through the flow of details that touch our gardens without a promised win that would prevent being unkind in our very own homes.
Hope allows us to see ourselves from a perspective that is different from the art that has conditioned us through that which has already been ours.
But open hope holds the opportunity to find that we did do some things well in the marks that have made it inconvenient and difficult to believe and value ourselves.
Up until now, we have supported the thought that hope is about envisioning better but on journeys where not everything works out, a step ahead is often merely choosing the content of what’s useful to comfort and nourish the unknowns of our very real lives.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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