At first thought, hope can seem like a meaningless, actionless, just sit there and wish for it reaction to a chaotic world where there is so much that is out of our control.
Yet without hope we could not exist. We have all seen how hopelessness results in dangerous destructive acts. Tucked deep within the emotional spaces of our psyche, between the dreamy head-in-the-clouds and the dug-in head-in-the-sand sides, humankind's greatest asset, motivator and reason for living resiliently flickers.
We would not be able to fly without it ... there would be no curiosity or drive to venture beyond the curtains of what we currently see and understand. There would be no
Webb Telescope exploring the cosmos or risk-takers immigrating to distant shores, believing in a better life ... no enchantment, no excitement at each new birth.
Looking back many years, after the birth of my daughter, I see some of my writings essentially were about
hope, this week's
Poets and Storytellers United prompt.
Yes, hope is important.
ReplyDeleteWithout hope, we don't have much of anything. Brilliant post.
ReplyDeleteGreat shots.
ReplyDeleteWell said. My hope waxes and wanes, and seems to tie in closely to my mood. Pretty photo of the planes flying below the clouds.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, the sky is gorgeous. Hope is very important. Take care, enjoy your day and happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteLove the photos here and your Popsicle Licks poem - you conjure something here that is so warm and special and that we can all relate to - an uplifting visit to your blog - Thank you regards Scott
ReplyDeleteYes, I have to admit hope is useful when it turns into vision, intention and action. You've expressed it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI've always thought hope and curiosity were cousins. Both are pulled to wonder about what exists outside the spaces that delineate our current lives. Curiosity aks, "what if?" and hope aks "what if we can make it good?"
ReplyDeleteI like your cousin comparison ... very nicely put!
DeleteReading your words and seeing your photos has renewed my hope. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to save this line for inspiration: "Tucked deep within the emotional spaces of our psyche, between the dreamy head-in-the-clouds and the dug-in head-in-the-sand sides, humankind's greatest asset, motivator and reason for living resiliently flickers." So well said. The popsicle licks made me smile knowingly.
ReplyDeleteLovely post. Your poems are little things with feathers nicely served with delicious pics
ReplyDeleteYour photos are BEAUTIFUL. But I know the west coast makes taking beautiful photos easy. Smiles. It is the beauty around me that gives me hope in this world that humans are making so difficult. Nice to find a BC blogger.
ReplyDeleteHope is the path to the future.
ReplyDeleteThough as far as the planet is concerned, hope is fast running out... sadly :(
ReplyDeleteHope and hopelessness - a paradox - putting us in the space between one moment and the next. In this liminal space there is a sense of pause, of transition into something that is unknown to us, as we wait for the new to appear... At least that's where I find myself at this moment in time. I like your connection to the energy of curiosity as well... Our "hope" can be fueled by a creative curiosity, as we wait for the unknown to reveal itself.
ReplyDeleteHope is lifeblood, soul food. Like your prose and poetry suggests, we would lose so much if we didn't have hope. So many things--and lives--wouldn't exist, if hope wasn't there, nudging us towards something new, helping us picture something better.
ReplyDeleteHumans can’t fly, yet we can have hope as wings to fly. I’m moved by your poem, Maria, the tender, hopeful determination for the journey into the flow of time with your new born baby. Images from the James Webb Space Telescope is awesome! Thanks for the link. I wonder what our Milky Way Galaxy looks like from the infinitely far universe by the same telescope. Maybe much more intelligent creature would be watching this Galaxy beyond time and space.
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Beautiful blog
ReplyDeleteLife would be worthless without hope.
ReplyDeleteI confess to a lump in my throat and a tear on my cheek ... this poem touched me in a deep way. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had noted the source of the comment, "hope is a form or creative speculation"
ReplyDeleteThat line starting with "tucked in....." is absolutely magic. I loved your poem as well and of course your photos. I love what you have done with the first photo on your sidebar
ReplyDeleteMaria - I made the mistake last night of scrolling through "news" being fed to my newsfeed. Since I often read climate-related news, there was a lot of "new" climate-related news, and it was all "bad". I went to bed in a sour mood. I woke to a new day, with new hope. I must, or why else get out of bed? Thanks for putting into words (very eloquently) what I strive for every day.
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