“Ah, Hope! What would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow. Susanna Moodie
Hope: Brave Earth - A view from outer space via Wikipedia
Everywhere we look there are storms brewing and spreading; in nature and man-made. Winter snowstorms here at home; families cooped up, in cabin fever mode. Explosive events in Egypt; protesters clashing, people hurt, and families worried. Flooding and cyclones in Australia; storms and strife around the globe. Global Poverty. Inequity. Futility. Shifting Comrades. Our nerves are frayed, our hearts unsettled, we wonder what our fate will be .
Across the globe there is a growing shift of power, it seems, a call for rejuvenation, a call for movement from the status quo. How do we brave the sea winds of change? How do we face our fear against the storms?
We must believe the roiling sea will calm and the storms will settle down. For it is the very law of nature, confirmed by history, that all tremors will eventually stop. We must remember our brothers and sisters around the world and support them with our goodwill efforts; hold them in our thoughts and prayers. We must hold onto hope and the promise of peace that replaces periods of peril.
For now, the golden thread that connects all humanity pulls us closer; to our collective pain. But this too will change to healing. To everything, there is a season. Happy GroundHog Day? Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow so we have six weeks to spring. Things do change. What are your thoughts? See more below*
