Walking along the bike path in the morning cold, the light was lovely. People were still walking their children and their dogs in the chill. People were still riding their bikes (Paul Rubel), and in the sunlight the word “Hope” was illuminated.

On a crisp, chilled morning, there was still hope to be found. On a crisp, chilled morning, there was beauty to be found. There is an art to looking for hope and beauty in a world that is full of ugliness and despair. Actually, mostly it takes opening our eyes to the possibilities, opening our hearts to love and light.

There is beauty in the faces of those around us. There is beauty on the bike path and on the street. There is beauty within and around us if we are open to it.

There is hope, too. Someone said:

Do not be afraid

of what you believe

be afraid of not believing

 

Do not be afraid

of what you hope

be afraid of not hoping

 

Do not be afraid

of what you love

be afraid of not loving

 

Blessings,

Cynthia