Hope

This is how I have always felt about hope. I can sense its stubborn, persistent arrival - rising from a place that can’t be described. Foreign yet so familiar.

I greet this morning with something else that is persistent in its arrival… it is my birthday! And like hope, this day comes with the dawn, ready to guide me over the threshold into a new year.

All I need to do is show up!!

Photo: Carrie at 4