This past week has been a struggle of the mind, the soul, the body. I've felt battered and bruised by events at home, abroad. So much change and upheaval in the world just now. So much pain, anger, injustice, incomprehensible things we seem to do to one another in the struggle for power and influence.
And Hope. So very much Hope. In the center of all this chaos glows a powerful heart of hope that cannot and will not be extinguished by the narrow minded, by the manipulators, by the misguided. It is this heart of hope which I believe is the saving grace of humanity. Listen to the talking heads of the media and it's easy to lose perspective and forget to look for or feel that hope.
Change and transition are powerful motivators, life-changing events. How we meet the challenges presented by change, by transition, is what tells the rest of the world who we truly are on the inside. Surrounded by the turmoil it's easy to be caught up and swept away on a tide of change, unsure of direction. This applies to transitions big and small; from revolution in Egypt, to the loud public fracturing of a neighbor's relationship here in Berkeley, to the quiet internal exploration of new joy inside of myself.
Hope is where the heart resides. Hope is what sees us through the mess. Hope is what draws us to those we love and those who love us. While all else changes around us, Hope is a constant port in the storm; our safe harbor, our home. As I get older I value Hope and her sister, Optimism, more and more.
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