Hope.

I've been thinking a lot about hope.

How it begins in unfriendly territory, how it should not be able to grow where it is planted.

How it looks a lot like friends and meaningful touches and valuable conversation (even just kind words).

Humbly and softly awakening something that seemed long gone.

My friend told me to just keep praying and coming from her it didn't sound super spiritual or judgmental... it sounded like hope. I am finding it in the strangest times/places lately.

Like the other day when I felt it spreading warmly through my brain and down into my extremities. For no profound reason but to remind me of something I had forgotten in the midst of worrying about the past/present/future.

That there is always always always something to hope for.

“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.” - Anne Lamott-