It’s been a good few days since I posted. I’m sorry about that, how are you? How are you feeling? I was listening to WNYC this morning and they discussed hope more or less, as something to look forward to. Maybe you don’t necessarily feel it. But being in the process of hope, whatever that may be, is its own exercise of self-sufficiency and love. And even if we feel hopeless at any given moment, taking up the task to try and experience it, is something to marvel at.
I think because I have children and sort of have to show up with the seed of hope for them, I may more easily grasp this concept. It also may be because I am a Black woman, and hope has been a defining pillar in our ancestral experience.
I keep on thinking of all of the legendary thinkers and heros, whose words give comfort in times like these. Words that allow for hope, whether it remains tangible or an exercise.
“I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.” ― Anne Frank
“Hope is essential to any political struggle for radical change when the overall social climate promotes disillusionment and despair.” —Bell Hooks
While away from posting , I spent a good portion of my time Pinning. Something about consuming images that speak to several parts of my body and brain, allow for the quieter portions of life to thrive. It doesn’t feel like social media consumption. It feels like flipping through a 90s magazine, or finding a wonderful essay in a collection you infrequently pick up.
Are you finding ways to get inspired (or stay inspired), these days?
(Top photograph via Dutch Flower Line )