This is the prototype of the layout for the 52 Words e-book that I was working on last summer. I have a notebook with handwritten entries for about a quarter of the 52 pages. The words hope and renew are from an altered playing card deck that I made a few years ago. Eventually I will finish this book as it is often on my mind.
I think the passage on hope is particularly relevant for the world right now. Why do I always have hope? Because I was semi-comotose for 10 days in 1979, had a near death experience, was lost outside of my body wandering in a barren place, was found and brought back to my body on a long journey with an angel, saw a blinding white light, and then woke up. My life has not been the same since then.
Hope is (was) my one word for 2019. Hope places trust in the future… I hope things work out. Hope is a positive way of looking at life and brings expectancy and longing.
Hope does not turn away from difficult situations but abides in knowing there is a reason for everything. There is light in hope… the sun shines brightly in your heart even on a cloudy day.
To live with a hope-filled heart is to live with gladness and joy. Even in the darkest of times, hope can carry you through to the other side. You may not be able to hold hope in your outstretched hands, but it is there like a reassuring presence.
You can reach out to others and give them hope… hope for a better life, hope for the resolution of a problem, hope for a positive outcome. Sharing hope is a way of giving back that multiplies blessings in untold ways.
I am a seeker of light and a light bearer. I am drawn to the water and I am drawn to the light. Both water and light restore energy and bring peace. The life force and spirit is in the water, just as it is in all living things.
These duck pairs were looking for a place to build a nest one warm day about 2 months ago. This is a small pond which feeds into the lake. It is quiet and protected here, a good place for a nest. Later in spring there will be ducklings, and the duck family will venture out into the lake. I think of my home as a nest. My home is small, and simple, and it contains little things that nourish me and feed my soul.
This art journal page is one of the February lessons from Effy Wild’s Book of Days 2020 found here. The heart in the tree can mean whatever you want it to mean…. loss, growth, strength. The quote written into the roots is an African proverb that I found in an online search.
When the roots are deep there is no reason to fear the wind.