“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
~ Emily Dickinson

At least once a day, I know I have a moment of hope. A wish for a better tomorrow. A prayer for suffering today. Hope for myself as a mother to do better than this moment when I am being grumpy with my child.

Hope for this heart of mine to heal, to stay open. Hope for this world to regain its balance as it seems so topsy-turvy these days.

Hope is a big word. Cynics would say it’s futile. I can’t ever seem to give up on hope. But I do know that just hoping is futile and that any hopes I have require some additional action of my part. Whether it’s prayer, writing, hugging, etc.

I can’t hope for a better body – I’ve got to be ever mindful to eat nourishing foods and exercise.

But hope also leaves room for lightness and playfulness.

Be light. Have hope.

For October, I’m writing in conjunction with 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes and each post is written in five minutes flat.