I think that hope was spoken into existence this week in ways that I could never have imagined that it was even possible anymore. As unusual as a lego flame adorning plastic candles with "stained glass" in the background... the strangest of hopes spring to life.

Phone calls, emails, work, life... today has been busy from start to finish.

My littlest kid has an appointment with a doctor I trust to help me help him be healthy. My employees are gearing up to begin services that seemed unfathomable just a few short months ago. My wonderful home has Christmas spread in and around it. My biggest kid is slowly regaining some balance after med adjustments. My class is wrapping up and this certificate is halfway completed. My eyes are heavy and I feel like rest is not far off.

The grief side of hope is still there. Losses are not far from my mind. Friends who are no longer. Family that has shifted dramatically. There is a deep sadness that is recognized anew in the flickering light of fresh hope.

Still I press on. I stand in the truth of who I am. I show up for myself and as myself. And I love.

I'm off to sleep. Tomorrow is another day...

I'm holding out hope for you, friend.

It may show up where you least expect it, so keep an eye out.

I love you.