My Hope

And Listening To The Whispers

The bulb burned out last week. At which time I said “I have more bulbs.” And promptly replaced it, so Hope could shine again. I will always have bulbs for this night light. It was from my parents’ kitchen, and now shines in mine. It reminds me of many things and I regularly stand in its presence to ponder them.

When the light stopped shining last week, I compared it to how my heart has been feeling…

And the ever-present whispers inside me turned up the volumn louder still.

Write, write, write.

And today, I have promised myself to honor that voice. I will write, really write. But as I have realized long ago, I can’t do it all, so something must give. And that, for me, translates into my time spent engaging here, both with reading and with writing. I so appreciate the connections I have made here, and I will check in occasionally, but mostly I will focus on my own words privately for now.

Time passes far too quickly, we blink and another calendar gets replaced with a new one. I don’t want to regret blinking too much.

So my Hope I’m carrying forward is to trust my heart, to honestly listen to the words that whisper to me, to be brave enough to write them, and to sit in that glimmer of light so it will show me its truths.

Be well, Friends. Keep shining, for yourself and others. Keep Hope alive. ✨