Hope.
On this post election morning, may we be not ashamed for having hoped. May we forever fortified by hope's beauty and steadfastness. What was hoped for is not lost. Just taking a different route, like water finding a way where there is no way.
I am currently in Asheville, NC, packing up the last of my things to move to California where. This morning, I sat outside amongst falling leaves showering down around my shoulders. As I looked up at the sky, a single leaf floated down and booped me on the nose, like one of my playful foster pups giving me a nudge. I laughed.
Looking up at the vastness of the sky, feeling the rootedness of these trees that survived Hurricane Helene, I am reminded that human systems of power are not our higher power. Nature, beauty, connection, justice--these are our higher power. And they are not going away.
A bowl of golden fruit on my kitchen table reminds me of my favorite quote about hope, by Frances Mayes: “Five tender apricots in a blue bowl, a brief and exact promise of things to come.”
Loving, nurturing and fanning the flames of your heart's hopes,
Mary
Image via Unsplash by Kate Laine