Unexpected encounters in the search for hope
January started with a search for hope.
It actually started with an unofficial/unspoken promise/vow/commitment to scroll a bit less and look around a bit more. And what I saw when I looked up surprised me.
I began to not only
see
but also
think,
listen and
understand
more deeply.
I started realising that
in setting out to search for
<hope>,
without believing that it can be found,
or by looking for it in the extraordinary,
I was setting myself up for
<disappointment>.
So I
looked up,
made time for reflection,
listened and observed,
and instead set out to
understand.
And I started finding hope …
… in the mundane; in blue winter skies and the welcome sunlight gracing white days.
… in the joy of discovering unexpected connections which evoke peace rather than anger.
… in the serendipitous playlist; and in the meeting of present and past.
… in sharing art and giving time; in extending that gift of time to my own self.
…. in the “hoed” and the dead pigeon guy…. more on both another time.
I find myself now
at the end (???) of January;
in some ways
<restarting>
my search for hope
or rather,
<rediscovering>
what this search is about,
but in many ways
<acknowledging>
the hope
that comes with
slowing down,
looking up,
taking time.
