[a belief (a day-to-day disposition) in the possibility of these broken thoughts, rags, acts of mine, one day being made into a Whole that I do not yet conceive of. An effort to welcome this reconciling by participating in a dialogue, an adventure, an appetite that celebrates balance, restoration, and awareness.]
In that same breath, knowing that the nature of hope is a sober recognition of that which is not yet. On the best of days, feeling its possibility with a sturdy stance, on the worst of days, feeling its absence like a body.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground, of contributing and giving thanks and feeling my one voice in the bucket of so many others. This is mine.