Friday, August 30

Precious Hope

I've been noticing more and more lately how fragile Hope is.
My own experiences in loosing her for many years, and having her shot down numerous times since finding her again, have me finally realizing she’s little and precious and I actually need to make her a bullet proof vest.

Then when she comes back to life, I have some way of protecting her. The crazy thing about her needing a bullet proof vest is not that everything is shooting bullets at her. It’s that she is so fragile and precious that it takes far less than a bullet. A situation is all it takes… maybe even a conversation. These non-bullet things shooting her down have made me realize she’s so fragile she needs that vest.

One of the ways I make that vest -is stopping myself in the thoughts without Hope and I remind myself I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. Keeping Hope alive has everything to do with how I choose to see the situations, thoughts, comments, and consciously keeping Hope standing on two feet.


I’m a person who loves laughing, so I like to say in my non-Hope moments –“I will probably be laughing tomorrow”. And 95% of the time that is precisely what I’m doing. (I’m reminded of the “it gets better” movement; because that’s exactly it.) Tomorrow is going to be different. That’s only hard to accept because we can’t see into the future.

Hope does keep getting back up when she’s shot; however slowly. She was down for a long time, but I found her, helped her get up… and I watched her get shot and fall many times since. It’s only now I’m realizing I’m gunna-haveta build that vest.

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I love to personify…
This song is a great example of hope, and it too uses personification. Genius song; I say.


Cassiopeia

Come in close now, it's time to tell a story
Long ago and so many years before we
Ever were, ever dreamed we even could be
There was her and her very first heartbeat

All alone in the corner of the night sky
Spiral bones of a supernova starlight
Fell in love with another burning bright
She dreamed of a way to ignite

(CHORUS)
She said,
"Tonight
Come on, come on
Collide
Break me to pieces, I
I think you're just like heaven
Why
Come on, come on
Collide
Let's see what a fire feels like
I bet it's just like heaven"
(Just like heaven)

Such a shame
Nowhere near, even the near miss
Lightyears away
From the hope of being sun-kissed
Anchored home in her interstellar sea
But, poor lonely Cassiopeia

So she sighs and she burns with desperation
Learns to cry over love of constellations
Then the spark from a star shooting too close
They both smiled
What a day to explode

She said,
"Tonight
Come on, come on
Collide
Break me to pieces, I
I think you're just like heaven
Why
Come on, come on
Collide
Let's see what a fire feels like
I bet it's just like heaven"
(Just like heaven)

Long ago in a sky built before us
A supernova grew up to be stardust

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