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It is always fragile: Hope, yet used so loosely in our everyday lives. Someone hopes it will not rain; or that the mail will be on time; or that we can beat the traffic home. Hope is not a cup of coffee that may have two sugars and low-fat milk as ordered. No! Hope, is a fragile balloon always seemingly in descent above black water. It is a mother somewhere who knows as every day that passes and all her children return home and have something to eat, was a day in which her hope lived fulfilled.
Forget about enlightenment. Sit down and listen to the wind singing in your veins. Feel the love, the longing, and the fear in your bones. Open your heart to who you are, right now. Not who you'd like to be, but the being right here before you, inside you, around you. All of you is holy. You’re already more than whatever you can know. Breathe out, look in, let go • John Welwoo