Musings on Hope …

On March 17, my team decided that it was too much of a risk to continue residential cleaning services during the Coronavirus pandemic.  Since then, like so many of you, I have been navigating a new course.  The dogs love it – they have a full time concierge service to see to their every need.  I actually think they are glad to see me head out occasionally so they can get some nap time in!

As we all work to adjust, there seems to be one word that repeats often: Hope.  I have been mulling on what hope means for a while now.  For the record, the Merrium-Webster definition of hope reads: “desire accompanied by expectation of a belief in fulfillment.”  I see it a little different – I think hope is that little flame that flickers in our heart and drives us forward, promising that all things are possible if we believe.  I think hope is a human right that every soul deserves to harbor.  That being said, I know it can be easy to lose hope.

Yesterday, I launched off for a walk in the woods with three of my dogs.  I was headed to an old, now-defunct, ornamental tree nursery, located on a neighboring farm.  If you stand just at the rise of the hill in my yard, you can still see the rows of blooming trees almost a mile away.  I wanted to walk those rows of trees on Easter Sunday, so off we went.  I wasn’t thinking anything or really looking for anything, other then to be outside and give Ike a chance to really run … but I did find some things, and here they are …

When we are young, hope is a jumble of crazy dreams and desires.  We want this, we want that … we are a tangle of hope that drives us forward in to the unknown.  There is a certain beauty in the chaos, but it is hard to manage.
Ideas blossom, but if we don’t nurture them and support them as they grow, they become a hot mess over the years. Having a good dog friend to help you along the way is crucial!
It is easy and probably likely that we will get in our own way.
By mid-life, the tangles start to disappear and hope becomes more tangible, even if dreams seem far away.
It’s nice to take a break every once in a while and relax.
With age and life experience, wisdom grows, hope changes. The jumbled tangle of youth evens out and you see a broader vista.   Conquering the world isn’t job one, getting through today with appreciation and gratefulness is job one.  Slowing down to savor the view is payback for your investment in hope.
Sometimes you get tired, but hope will carry you forward if you grab with both hands and hold on to it.
At the end of the day, hope fulfills us.  We rest knowing that we gave it our all.  And hope gives us drive to move forward into each unknown new day, believing and expecting our desire to be accomplished.

From our house to yours, in these difficult times, do not fear, and do not lose hope.  I don’t know how or when, but I know that all will be well, because hope lives.

6 comments

    • I don’t really think I gave that concept much thought until this shut-down, but this time has given me a pause to rethink hopes, and in that process, I was rather forced to recognize the changing of my dreams. Thank you for reading and responding!

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    • Thank you Sue! All good here. I think of you so often. I hope you are staying well — maybe when all this is over, we need to “do lunch”

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