With these words, I'm picking up my
"flashlight with half-dead batteries" and heading out.
Hope has been described in a similar fashion.
Neither comes easy...especially in gruesome circumstances.
I will say, gratitude has realigned my thoughts
more times than I can count.
It marches in when I'm feeling sorry for myself
and sorts things out with quick efficiency.
Although, I still pitch a fit for a minute or five
when things go awry.
I believe we deserve a cuss or a curse in fleeting moments of mayhem.
And considerably more in tragic happenings.
It requires deep, deep digging to find any sliver of gratitude then.
My heart goes out to those in the midst of these.
My "hope" is for each of us to find exactly what we need,
when we need it, to make our way, even with stumbling baby steps,
through the rubble and the riches of our one precious life.
Namaste'
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