It is raining out and I’m
drinking peppermint tea and I have just turned on the white lights that are
strung high above the garden courtyard.
Sometimes when I’m feeling blue,
it is so silly (or desperate?) how one inkling of hope can give me that jolt to
the heart. It is enough to wake me
up, at least for that moment and I become utterly certain that-- to quote Prince “joy
lives round the corner”.
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| Rosemary sprigs hoping to become topiaries |
I love that feeling of
hope. It is addictive that jolt, it
just makes me want more!
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I was painting a house in San
Francisco recently and walking the fancy streets on my lunch break I came
across this black stone.
I couldn’t
believe my eyes, it seemed so out of place there on the sidewalk all alone. I found it to be shockingly full of
hope. I snatched it up of course,
I liked how easily I could put hope inside my pocket, heavy and black and
patient.
Cheers,
Natalie
