_scelt on Instagram Hope whispers from the blank pages of a notebook…
Hope is a dandelion puff, filled with seeds of wishing,
the soft blue of a robin’s egg ,
the arc of a rainbow swiped across the vast sky,
the steam rising from a perfect cup of coffee.
Hope smells like the head of a child after playing in the sunshine,
the scent of your love’s face just before you meet for a kiss,
the fragrance rising from warm skin.
Hope sounds like the click of a fresh pen filled with black ink,
the music of a minor symphony
and the rain falling on grass & tree.
Hope feels like sunlight on feet & face,
the perfect fit embrace of mother
and any kind of dancing.
Hope tastes like cool water upon waking,
a strawberry warmed by the sun
and a fresh pillowcase.
What are the sensual experiences of hope for you?
Sometimes hope can seem like a far-off dream or an absent friend or maybe even a long-lost lover.
I know this feeling of hope adrift. Leaving me bereft and untied.
I also know, hope is always here, along with love.
Because that is who you are.
Just in case you have forgotten your infinite worth and birthright of joy, for the next ten days there will be reminders for you to
Overflow with joy
Wander into the unknown
Know your divinity
Savor the miracle of a moment
Watch hope rise again