MO, Castle Rock, CO 2020

I have a colleague who sometimes says, “Hope is not a strategy.” [Rather: Planning, Action, Implementation, Evaluation]

That resonates with me.

How many times in our history have passive thoughts+”hopes” resulted in inaction, delayed progress, and hindered justice?

Yet.

Tonight, that four-letter word was the only word that could describe the lighter space in my chest, a gaze upward to Venus and Sirius, glowing in sinking sunset.

Hope: noun.

“Grounds for believing something good may happen… a desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment.”

Hope.

Perhaps this quintessential prerequisite has come back to me like a quiet evening breeze, reminding me to keep its embers cultivated, an outlook required to making anything happen. A still trusting and knowing. Not foolish complacency. Not accepting unnecessary outcomes prematurely before action+activism+applying yourself. But a trust that even if desired outcomes don’t come, you are changed by the process of seeing beyond. You can see the stars instead of cracks in the ground. You expand outward instead of sinking in, begging for the fog to thin.

Hope. 

An outlook.

A belief in being changed.

My illuminating anodyne tonight.

Castle Rock, CO MO 2020