It fell off the top of my lockers. I am not optimistic about its recovery, but one must never give up on hope. Without it, we have no chance.
A clean break.
Calls for silver glitter glue.
Glitter captures light and shares it with the world.
The crack stays.
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul…
And sings the tune without words
And never stops… at all. ”
Lately, perhaps out of necessity, I’ve been jotting down one thing I’m grateful for each day. Somehow, the deliberate act of writing it down and tossing in my “grateful” jar restores me. I have alway had hope, but as I age, I find the world more frightening. Maybe now, more than ever,
Emily’s quote reminds me that hope is eternal. As hard as it can be to muster, it’s there to be nourished.
How do you nourish your hope each day?
When I look at this picture of my mother, taken over the summer in her back yard by my sister, I’m nourished. I see the wisdom, grace and beauty of years lived. ❤
Say hello to Kanaloa, the ancient Polynesian God of Eternal Hope.
I found him at a local antique store this fall for about $2. He’s made entirely of Hapa-wood, which is actually plastic.
I purchased him because I love the message that I found on his back:
And those emerald green eyes.
His brother is for sale on E-bay in the neighboring town of Chapel Hill.
Starting bid is $9.99. I should buy it and send it to President Obama. He probably already has one though.
Hmm…do you think Kanaloa inspired Obama’s message of “Hope” during his first presidential campaign?
I’ll ask when I send the statue.