Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all. *Emily Dickinson *
Despite the problems that exist worldwide many people use the words hope to describe their relationship with the future. It is all there is to hang on to at a time when everything and everyone is spinning out of control. Placing both hands out in front of us, blind to what lay ahead, we listen for any sound that we are nearing the light. These are strange times for sure. Trust, honesty and civility vacated a long time ago in the institutions that we thought were there to protect and lead us. Fumbling in the dark it is hard to know whose voice to follow when they say “Come this way, I can help you.” We are hopeful that we will make the right decision but are often temporarily paralyzed by indecision. We are protective of what we have on this journey but are expected to share. For survival it is so important that we compromise even though the risk is that we will be seen as weak. We hope that the hand we shake will not be that of a future foe. That our stabilization does not come through any more unrest or war. But, it is likely that we are in this for the long haul and bound to repeat mistakes. We now know just how dependent we are on each other and can’t stand smug-like in our own importance. There is no greater time than the present to think outside the box, to insist that whatever we do going forward it is in the well-being of not just a chosen few. Hope doesn’t show up in the echos from a scream. It doesn’t identify with a lie. Hope doesn’t discriminate who is deserving of its presence, it is open to all. Hope expects to work along side the motivation for healthy change. It never acts alone. So, while I embrace hope, I know I have to do far more than give it out to the universe. Hope is not enough in this changing world – I need to open my eyes and realize things will never be the same as they were before and if we work hard that might turn out to be a good thing.