I’ve been told to write no matter how I’m feeling that day. Well, today is one of those days where I don’t really feel up to writing. I’m going to, though, and see what comes up.

I’m feeling like writing about hope. There’s the hope I have for myself, and then there’s the hope others hold for me. When I can’t feel my hope, that’s when I’ll lean in and ask for advice or suggestions from others; or maybe just a listening ear. I’ve had many ‘hope holders’ in my life. All of them have saved me in one way or another.

My therapist once told me, “Hold onto the hope that I have for you”. So, today I need to hold onto the hope that others have for me. Because I’m feeling a little less hope for myself. I’m not hopeless. I just have less hope than before. It ebbs and flows…

I’ll leave you with this poem:

Hope shines bright through others in my life, and yet, I can’t seem to reach it. Maybe I’m looking too hard inside, and that makes it difficult to see it. Hope is still alive in my heart somewhere. It’s only hard to find when it feels way out there. I still feel a spark of hope throughout my being, and that is why I never lose this hope that sings a melody of comfort and trust. But where to look when that spark turns to dust? I can see a fierce hope in others eyes and feel it in their hearts. That’s enough to get my spark going again and to have a meaningful restart.

Sending love and light, Kel.