Hope’s Hero

The clouds roll by slowly

as though they’ve probably always

done before

slowly edging, forever passing

the height of the tree lines…

They do not stop

They do not hesitate

Or ponder

Or formulate regret

From days’ past

Or what is on the other side…

They simply roll…

Slowly

Easily

Not caring who sees them

Or who doesn’t

Because they know the secret

So many forget…

That faith is sometimes

Found through calm

Fierceness

A gentle edging

Forever pushing

Through the turmoil

Through the tree lines

To something wonderful

To something no one else sees

To something we all have buried deep inside…

To something called, Hope.

Mindfulness.

A Morning Meditation on Easter Sunday…

For me…this is the most simplistic and doable spread I’ve ever allowed myself.

And for me…this was one of the most memorable moments I’ve had since the loss of my grandmother, since the absence of my mother and father, and since my growing abundance of my small family that surrounds me right now that I’ve ever had.

This moment is to be planted and harvested—it is to be stored; because it’s the first of its kind that will remind me of how I once did something that went against an old behavior.

Today—I am new.

New traditions and new happiness happen when we allow ourselves the freedom to embark on new adventures and opportunities in our lives. Growth, though sometimes painful and often difficult, allow us to see new beginnings, new possibilities, and new ways of life like never before.

And sometimes…?

That’s a very good thing.

In fact, sometimes, it is the light at the end of a long tunnel. The mat in front of the doorstep, the caring call from a new friend or neighbor, a memory of times past when we were together that reminds us of what life is really all about—love.

And how that looks for you today, even if it’s different than yesterday, is something that can never die. Love endures forever. And that is a foundational truth.

Love. Short and sweet, is all we need.

If you are full of it today, consider sharing it. Love. More than food, love can be felt and it can be shared sometimes by simply being present.

Sometimes being present is the actual gift.

And Amen to that.

Easter 2023