words: they can do anything.

grey matter:
my friend peter called me today and when i said, "how are you?" he said, "i'm trying, actively, to renew my faith and my hope and my joy and my optimism. they've all gone missing, which is not okay with me." i love peter. i love that when his faith goes missing, he doesn't sit and feel sorry for himself. he goes turning over rocks and stones, looking for it. he prays and he calls friends and he says out loud what he's feeling. which, in itself, demonstrates that his faith is not as far away as he imagines. that's the feeling i hope this episode left you with...
that miracles are possible.
that a simple song can lift your spirits.
that speaking your truth,
or opening your checkbook,
or offering a simple apology,
or making an attempt to understand another's point of view
can turn your whole day or your whole year around.
that life doesn't always happen the way we hope or plan
but that that doesn't matter.
how we greet what life throws our way is all that matters.
"do not waste yourself in rejection; do not bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good." -ralph waldo emerson

there i was, just standing there waiting for something i have never seen, heard, or touched
it has been there all along, just waiting, learning, living
it could have been anywhere, under this, under that, but never straight on or right behind you
it is never that simple; the whole complexity of the matter is mind boggling
some say "whatever," or "you're crazy," then we need to think back to the basics of our very creation, oh the humanity of it all
but it doesn't have to be anything really, nothing but the mere thought is truly powerful
it seems we can't describe it's power
we can hold it in our grasp, but it can slip away in uncertainty
it's path and connection to the signs that have been laid out before us are very hard to fathom
loneliness only drives one to wonder about the necessity of it anyway
without it, how do we survive through any right or wrong consequence
oh to rediscover the serenity of it's glory
if we could just learn to draw like a child, to go back to our early instincts; it is these unclouded thoughts that push away any distraction taking us to the true reality of it all
then we would cherish it and hold it
once found it will not be forgotten nor taken away
this true gift is to be passed on to others as the essence of all the is good
these words will give us something to watch out for or to seek after
anything else maybe the strength of it all will give us the faith to ride the winds of one of the most powerful words of our existence

hope.