HOPE MONTH: DAY 27: “Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.” ― Stephen King
Can you remember good things in your life that seemingly died? I had to sit with this quote for a long time this morning to get myself into a space where it made sense enough for me to write about it. I understand his intrinsic meaning here, but was not sure how to communicate it in simple terms.
Mr. King is a prolific author for whom I have great respect, although I do not read his books. As with all other areas of my life, I maintain my focus on happy and joyous things and spend little time with scary or fear-inducing material.
However, no good thing ever dies is a stretch for most folks. I used to believe that ALL good things were dead in the world, because that was the way my brain believed in life. That has shifted to the exact opposite way of believing today. I see the good and the perfect in all of it.
This is a challenge for some of the folks with whom I am interacting in today’s world and life. They challenge me often about this. They want to point out the things they believe are bad and wrong. I do not agree, but I don’t talk about it very often. This is my forum for some of that conversation, because it is coming from my heart.
I can remember every single flower I have ever loved, along with the face of every person, dog, cat, animal of any kind. I remember how it felt to see the ocean for the first 5000 times. I still gasp when I drive over the small hill and come into view of it in the mornings and am always in awe when I am hiking in the hills and look at the beauty and splendor of the place where I live. The ocean always takes my breath away.
I can feel the joy of every dolphin I have watched swimming and diving and jumping and racing through the water, along with the majesty of whales and other sea creatures. My heart stops when I see an eagle or a hawk soaring in the sky. I have a personal blessing from the hawks that my husband left me with…it is one of the most precious things I have ever felt.
None of these things dies, because I have been extremely present to them and they live in my veins, in my heartbeat, in my mind (as long as I keep remembering, that is!) and forever and ever in my soul.
Hope is like that. Because I can be mindful and present to life, I am rich in emotions and love and joy. It is always like that for me. I sat one time in my yard and talked to a peregrine falcon that was perched in a tree over my head. I had “other things to do” at the time, but I chose to be in conversation and communion with that falcon. It was amazing.
Birds of prey come to me often; I believe it is because I am awake and aware. Driving to a prison panel last week, a bald eagle flew over the road and the person with me in the car was stunned that I saw it. Of course, I did! A fabulous gift that money cannot buy. My life is full of them!
When I live in my heart and soul instead of my head, all I feel is hope. I get up in the morning, wondering what miracles will occur today. And then I pay attention, because I always know they are there. This is an amazing life…it just keeps getting better and better. Thank YOU!!!
Dolphin Hug 