Hope is not the same as idealism, wishful thinking or toxic optimism, it's important NOT to invalidate suffering. Hope is a practise, a choice that actually propels new realities into being. Full confession up front here, -- I don't look back at my life and think that I was born a naturally, profusely optimistic or hopeful person. I think I've gradually become a hopeful person. Not every minute of the day because I see what you see and we know so much of it is dispiriting. I grieve often. It's fundamental. However, I do believe it is possible to meet what is hard and hurting and rise to what
All things of beauty are worth the effort….
Regardless of our outer circumstances or inner turbulence, I believe that beauty heals us — beauty in spaces, beauty in soundscape and friendship. From the trembling delight found in nature, to the unforeseen sacred places that enlarge and enrich the soul. . It’s all worth the effort......The labor, discipline and risk. Those that you have loved. The beautiful unease of presence. The commitment to lay unprotected as you see into the heart of things. Uncharted territory at sunrise. That intricate beauty that emerges from discomfort IS worth the effort..Beauty awaits the affection of your eye
Unavoidable Conflict
Your head and heart have been in conflict at times over the course of your life. It’s unavoidable and okay. The constant fluctuations of the mind, can make it difficult to remember that a delicious sanctuary lies within. Within this vast space, the reverberation of your own heart sound can be heard. Years ago, when I was without sight, I became obsessed with stethoscopes and would sit daily (perhaps in training) listening to, and feeling for the sonic current of my own heart. It is through the heartbeat that we experience a kind of love that moves through the blood, it inspires, energises
