Hope is a floating.....

 Beginnings are scary.

 Endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts.

So, when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up.

 And it will.

said by the character Birdie in the movie, Hope Floats

HOPE

–noun 1. the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best: to give up hope. 2. a particular instance of this feeling: the hope

I think Birdie was right with what she said in that movie....

all beginnings are a bit scary!

I find that even the good beginnings are scary...

stepping out into the unknown

and trusting that our desires and our dreams will all turn out

scares the hell out of most of us if we are truthful.

I think of the beginnings I've had...

I remember when I finally called and asked MegaMe(My Husband, alias Big Daddy)

out on our first date.

I had flirted with him in that convenient store line for months

and finally with a line of people,

I said it,

"hey I've checked all the Joe Doe's in the book, there are

a million, which one are you?  I'd really like your phone number."

I remember being afraid and nervous....but he gave it to me.

I can recall that phone call....all scared to dial, practicing  in my head over and over what I'd say..

trembling fingers dialing...Hello....hello....and it began.

and I

can recall

how extremely elated I was when he said, Yes I'd like to go out for dinner!

HOPE FLOATED and so did I.

I can recall each new job I've started,

each new direction my vocation has taken me,

each interview was a test,

a chess board dance of sorts,

and

every time,

I feared that nothing would work out...

dreaded the outcome,

had that pit in the bottom of my stomach....

but

as the dance continued....

hope moved from the floor and

took me with it.

Sometimes I didn't get the job or my dream was short lived..

but ah...the in between when

human connections happened

and

something mystical and magical

weaved us humans together

through shared stories woven and  threaded together by  a bit of laughter,

Hope...It revives our spirit,

refreshes our soul,

moves us from

darkness to light,

fear to courage,

hate to love,

Hope floats us...

all the stuff that happens in the middle...

it's all good.

it's all the cherry on top even on days when we forget about the whipped topping.

Endings...

never liked them,

always dreaded them,

hate leaving and saying goodbye..

don't like when holidays are over,

vacations end,

people die or move or disconnect...

yes Birdie had it right...

endings tend to be sad--even then our hope pushes us along

and

we continue to believe in the

happily ever after....and expect that old line to be true

the middle holds the

happiness

and

Hope...

It pulls us,

pushes us,

moves us,

lifts us

to that plane

above the one below.

Hope....

I hope for this..

I hope for that...

what we need to do is just trust IT...

trust the universal IT

so for today,

as I smell the sweetness of freshly cut grass and

hear the birds sing their goodnight song,

today I choose

to

fall face first into the unknown...

and

Hope.. that .hope catches me... 

Birdie says it floats...I hope she's right?

If you don't hear from me tomorrow...you'll know she had it all wrong.