All around us the magic of hope is the exploration of cutting a new path through the familiar by venturing into the soil of determination to test whether the vulnerability that change brings will allow us to flourish or leave us wandering in some other kind of different.

There are times when that possibility is so powerful that we are warriors bent on moving mountains and others that are just simple changes but mixed in with the ideas of hope are the shadows of the thoughts about how we should have already done what we should have known to do all along.  

The more we respond to that discomfort dancing across our pages, the more particular lines are written, creating a narrative of doubt that makes it easier to meet the dark even when there’s light and we are hopeful.

Hope means different things in different moments, and it can show up to feel like anything or nothing because it isn’t an advancement to wishes coming true but an understanding that regardless of what happens, what we take from it must be sorted through as well.

As I turn around to look at a lifetime of artistry, I can see where hope was gently planted, jammed into the soil and flourished as imagined or not as every single detail and feeling is where I have lived.

All of it kept me going and waited patiently while I grieved because despite the outcomes, the determination to hold possibilities was behind every hope and the uncomfortableness of feeling weak was being supported by the quiet strength of trying to move even if I didn’t know how to.      

The weight has shifted as I have chosen to show up to see what else existed in the past and how in this very moment, whether right or wrong, I can do it better for myself.

A little at a time what’s in my hope is expanding so that if it is lost, the communication isn’t that I am not enough but that there is more potential to be had and that I will eventually find it.  

A story, piece by piece through the eyes of hope, unfolds like the life cycles of a garden where periods of barrenness and debris and weeds aren’t necessarily beautiful or wanted but the answers that come from them are in their own stages and time.

Take the lead in understanding how you are living the hope because even when it loses its appeal from being perfectly imperfect, the magic can cut a new view through yesterday’s familiar making it harder for the dark to enfold you in the unknowns of the tomorrows.

Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell   

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