Hope

“Hope lives with the outdoor voices. When no fear resides inside my mind, when there is a quiet moment for no anxiety. It lives in the laughter bouncing in the room as the matching faces free me from fears we share.

It is the heart beat I feel right now; it thuds loudly but not as if in a race, but as a dance my feet imitate.

It smells like cherries, the magnesium cooling the nerves and settling me into a bliss even my neurons could feel. I am hopeful when we are near to one another, in a safe space of dreamt up plans, when life feels like this, we are the voices of a sacred land.

The unraveling of a veil of hatred lets us go and we have room to bloom outwards, a joy for all the unexpected gifts can be released. We chant like winds to the trees.

Hope can’t wait to live in me. “

As March arrives, it brings a few key dates for change:

Daylight savings

Spring Equinox

End of Mercury Retrograde

The last month of my two year lease for my office space

Most of all I think it brings hope, as Emily Dickinson says, "Hope is the thing with feathers".

In the near distance a glow of opal light is beginning to radiate. A moment patiently waiting for its own arrival, a release of one and onto the other as it takes flight. It is the proof that what we had been working for is waiting for us.

I hope your March gives you wings.