The Sun is crucial to life. ALL life. We do not exist without the Sun. Should it disappear we would not have food. We could not see. We would not have mental calm. There would be no purity without the Sun’s sanitizing effects. We would freeze to death.
Hope is like that, too, at least for me. I need it to sustain me and to see. From hope I gain peace, purity, and warmth.
The biggest problem is forgetting that hope, like the Sun, cycles back around to find me. It may be hope-night, but there will be hope-day. What is night for me is someone else’s day. That is good, too. During my night I can remember the shine of the day, the energetic brilliance of hope. “When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.” (Charles A. Beard)
You have to look up to see stars and remembering brilliant light is a choice. A choice is a conscious act in little moments like now. And if all I have is a memory of hope-drive, then I can let my heart be an open vessel for it to return. Why not? The Sun always rises.
I say to myself, “Play that tune, head,” and ignore stomach tensing against something happening or not happening.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tunes without the words—
And never stops—at all—
What do you do when you’re looking for hope?