Dear Reader,
What is hope? One definition according to Merriam-Webster is “To desire with expectation of obtainment or fulfillment.” I like that definition. It feels close to my heart. It feels like a part of my very being. You might think that I am overstating things a bit when I say that, so let me explain.
Desire with expectation.
Desire is a spark, a catalyst, that starts us moving forward toward a dream or goal. Expectation is the feeling that we will get there. So hope is the fuel that keeps us moving forward, even when the going is difficult. Hope is what allows us to bounce back after every setback, stronger and better than before.
All human beings are capable of hope.
You may be familiar with the old saying “Hope springs eternal.” I discovered that poet Alexander Pope coined the phrase in his poem “An Essay On Man: Epistle 1,” published in 1733. The full line was actually, “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.”
Hope wells up from the heart.
Why?
Hope comes from within. It is not something we find outside of ourselves. Yes, our own hope can be kindled by experiencing the hope of another. We can be reminded to hope. But when the time comes, we find hope waiting inside us, always there, always ready to help us move forward.
On an overcast day, we might say “Oh, the sun isn’t out today.” But the sun is “out”, as it always is; it’s just temporarily hidden behind the clouds. Hope is the same way, always there but sometimes unseen.
In my last post, I stated that human beings are inherently good. Goodness is an aspect of our true nature. As are hope, and love, and compassion. For a variety of reasons, we may temporarily lose sight of any of those aspects. If that happens for long enough, we may even start to feel as if love or hope have vanished altogether.
But those things have a way of coming back, don’t they?
Think of how you feel, in your body, when you see the beauty of the sun breaking through the clouds, especially after a long darkness. Chances are you feel, intuitively, that you are seeing and feeling something universal, something in nature that reflects something about you and your experience of being human.
Yes, in this time everything seems upside-down. We are seeing a lot of pain, loss, and fear. That pain is very real, and if you or someone you know has been directly affected by this pandemic, my heart goes out to you. And please, feel free to get in touch if you want support.
However, I do believe that there is space for hope even in the toughest of times. We can create that space within us, and allow it to well up in our hearts.
Sometimes, perhaps because of their own fear, people may belittle or make fun of hope.
I am not saying that hope is all we need to move forward, or to succeed. Sometimes we need every bit of our human nature – including courage, persistence, resilience, empathy and joy. All of those things can help us set aside other aspects of the human experience – including fear, doubt, and worry – over and over again.
But hope keeps us moving forward.
And when we do forget our own true nature, we can remind each other, as many times as it takes.
I honor your loving heart,
John
Wanda
Hope is so powerful- thank you for these comforting words, John!
John
You are welcome, Wanda, and thanks for reading! You are so right about the power of hope.
Lori Hill
Today, April 1st, is my deceased son’s 32nd birthday. When Jarrett died from an overdose in 2015 I was offended by the words Happy, Joy and Hope. What I have experienced since that unexpected and terrifying night he died is an expansion of what the heart can hold at once. I used to believe we were happy or sad, hopeful or despairing. Now honoring his life, his spirit, and the gift of Jarrett’s brief time with us ~ I can carry both joy and sorrow together at once ~ understanding that these emotions paint the picture of my life. Like the Wabi~Sabi Aesthetic I am learning to embrace each imperfect, incomplete and impermanent day more fully as it is. By acknowledging the many emotions that arise when life is so disrupted, whether child loss or a global pandemic, we have an opportunity to cultivate a wild and radical Hope. It is in learning to dance on that emotional tightrope that we open to greater purpose, connection and Hope.
Thank You for reading this note on such a hard day for me.
Blessings,
Lori
John
Lori, thank you for your beautiful sharing on such a difficult day. I am so sorry for your loss of Jarrett, and I can only imagine what your journey has been like. I love the point you make about holding joy and sorrow together. We humans are complex, and perhaps a true sign of wisdom is our growing ability to integrate all the contradictions and wildly different experiences that make us who we are. The photo I almost used for this blog post was of a small green shoot, growing through the crack of a grey city sidewalk. I think sometimes hope is like that. Maybe our connection to something deeper is also like that, still finding a way to grow, in its own time and in its own way. Here’s to your wild and radical hope. I am so glad we could connect today, and I send you much love.
John