10/27/08

just when i think i’m drowning and this is it the waves wash me ashore battered, bruised, hurting but somehow hopeful.

 

do you dare to hope? dare to stand up and pull the seaweed out of your hair? wash your broken shell bleeding cuts out in the salt water. do you let it sting so it will get better? do you roll over and breathe in the sand? does the sun burn so bright your second chance looks like heaven?

can you be hopeful and guarded at the same time?

"we must trust the mess and the grace" says sabrina ward harrison

 

do you trust it all? i have been hoping for almost three years that this nightmare is over. that i wake up.

 

and here i am. washed ashore bleeding and tattered and run ragged but somehow hopeful.

 

yes let me cleanse my wounds, let me wash the seaweed from my hair, the weight of water from my shoulders. breathe the life into me that i thought was lost.

 

give me peace and something better than oblivian….give me the reason

do i dare to hope this is it? will i be happy again? are we going to wake up? is this nightmare over? Do i dare to believe it is? can i handle it again if this doesn’t work out?

 

and what is life but a series of chance occurances? how much is fate and how much is adaptation to events? and in that breath, can i adapt? can you adapt and be happy? the only constant is change so why can’t i find happiness?

 

we are going back to the beginning and i am hopeful.

 

i am daring to believe it