Hope . “Hope” rhymes with “Nope”, and “elusive” rhymes with “reclusive”. Bear with me. I am opening up a valve from my writer’s heart and mind … Let me see what flows from within.
The Boston violence and the Texas disaster, both, scream of loss and incredulity. There is, undeniably, great pain, a great stain of injustice. I don’t always do well with great pain, and loss, and injustice. And this dynamic of disruption and disorientation creates one of many catalysts for writing.
RELEASE ! ! ! I’ve heard it said before from one far wiser than I, “Release what is good …”, which led me to one of my beliefs: “Release the Peace” … and “Embrace the Grace”.
I’ve been blown off course, not unlike a small vessel on the sea in the midst of a storm. I mean that in the immediate sense (initally processing the pain, loss and injustice from recent tragedies) … and I also mean being blown off course in a global sense … it is more about a major transition in my life, now, as I carefully consider a question you all have asked yourselves: “What’s next?”
When I think of the disaster in Texas (although I am not up to date with any details due to the micro-challenges of my day, my week, my family, my own attempt to do self-care) I cannot avoid considering that someone … somehow … dropped a big ball … With that much flammable substance, wouldn’t there be / shouldn’t there be sufficient safeguards to try (at least) to avoid such a disaster from happening? I heard on the news that buildings as far as four blocks away were leveled. To me that is mind boggling … What, 150 souls perished?
Okay. So, wrap-up. Amidst this deep, unfathomable, pain, and loss, and injustice, and confusion … there is still hope. Or is there? Maybe I am just speaking for myself … Hope is very strange, because hope can disappoint us. Hope is about what we cannot see. Hope conflicts with the phantom of pessimism: “Nope!”. Hope is elusive … and I can be reclusive, if I give up hope… which means I hide … I refuse to participate in these battles that we are called to fight, every morning, every day. And, I’ve referenced something Red said to Andy, in the movie Shawshank Redemption: “Hope is a dangerous thing.” I am guilty of hypocrisy, in that I have … at different times in my life … given up hope. And, yet I believe that one can get it back, if one wants it. But one must really want it, to get it back.